2Pac, Outlawz - Hell 4 a Hustler (Original Version) lyrics

Next to the first
Let's bring it to these niggas with some love
Let's show niggas we understand
What they goin' through
We know that it's hell for a hustler out here
With 3 strikes and jail
And penitentiaries and police
And task force
And snitches and bitches and niggas
And playa haters, sit the fuck down naw mean
We got to build on this shit
I got some real shit to hit your ass
Let's spread love nigga
Death Row done made a few fuckin' changes
This is how we do this shit
It's hell for a hustler
Makaveli the Don with the Outlawz
Throw your muthafuckin' guns in the air
If you're truly livin'
This criminal lifestyle
All my Outlawz, to all you bitch made niggas


Get on your knees nigga, aight
Get on your knees and pray

Oh Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on judgement day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta
Makin' hell for a hustler
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on judgement day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta
Makin' hell for a hustler

If it's on then it's on we break beat breaks
Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate
To the shit I don't got
Be the shit I gotta take dealin' with fate
Hopin' God don't close the gate
If it's on then it's on we break beat breaks
Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate
To the shit I don't got
Be the shit I gotta take dealin' with fate
Hopin' God don't close the gate

Huh, increase the doses
Bustin' whoever closest thug livin'
(Buck buck buck) hell or prison
Never losin' my focus (Westside)
I'm makin' money moves mandatory
End of discussion my past
Records tell a story (Check my shit)
Picture niggas we rushin' and still bustin'
'Til the cops come runnin'
Duck in abandoned buildings (Five O)
Ditchin' my gun
Oh what a muthafuckin' feelin'
(I notice you noticed)
I live the lifestyles of drug dealers
(Thug life baby) but now legitly
So I laugh 'til I'm cryin'
When the law come get me (Ha ha ha)
No baby momma drama, nigga miss me (Biatch)
Why plant seeds in a dirty bitch
Waitin' to trick me not the life for me
Livin' carefree
'til I'm buried - and if they dare me
I'm bustin' on the niggas
And will they scurry? (Buck buck buck)
I'm clearly a man of military
Means to my artillery (Outlaw)
Watchin' over me through every murder scene
From adolescence, to my early teens
Thought we was gonna die
Sellin' dope to all the fiends
At times I wanna cry
And still, we try to change the past, in vain
Never knowin' if this game'll last
Feelin' the shame
Cocaine the product of the devil
(Fuck that) am I sellin' my soul?
Got tired of small time livin'
Niggas tellin' me no
I got mine!, fuck them other sucker!
That's the mentality jealous-ass bustaz
Make it hell for a hustler

Oh Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on judgement day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
Never let 'em play me for a busta
Makin' hell for a hustler
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on judgement day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta
Makin' hell for a hustler

If it's on then it's on we break beat breaks
Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate
To the shit I don't got
Be the shit I gotta take dealin' with fate
Hopin' God don't close the gate
If it's on then it's on we break beat breaks
Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate
To the shit I don't got
Be the shit I gotta take dealin' with fate
Hopin' God don't close the gate

I wonder how do these cowards be conceived
They born into this world, allowed to breathe
While so many real G's they die secret
But Outlawz, we ride so righteously
Control the destiny, we mobbin' with a sight
To see, all together, never separately

It's it a criminal hobby
That got me here thinkin' robbery
Call Oz up the ave uptown back in Cabust
And not a lot of poverty
Whether you white like dark
Or brown like Bobby
While dime bitches give me body 'til
They open

Now that's the good of all evil
So tell me what's the worse
Me deep in my hearse
Stuck in crime like time fly over here
First, waitin' for credit
Contemplatin' my fate
And is the Lord comin'
To take me on Judgement Day

They got the fiends usin' up beans
With dirty blood on a needle
Stranded, blunted in his van
Don't give a damn if you see 'em
Get him branded
Most likely I'm a real nigga
So while the 2 Loc
Five shots will leave y'all to live or die

Well I been hustlin' off the same
Block since a little shorty wap
Taped up notts so my sock
Duckin' the muthafuckin' cops
Watch me shop up, and locked up
Come back and blow the block up
(buck buck buck buck buck buck buck)
Preoccupied with gettin' my cheese
And fuck the process

Oh Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on judgement day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta
Makin' hell for a hustler
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on judgement day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta
Makin' hell for a hustler

If it's on then it's on we break beat breaks
Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate
To the shit I don't got
Be the shit I gotta take dealin' with fate
Hopin' God don't close the gate
If it's on then it's on we break beat breaks
Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate
To the shit I don't got
Be the shit I gotta take dealin' with fate
Hopin' God don't close the gate

No insanity plea for me
I ride the beef 'til I burn
(hahahahahahahahahahahaha)
Censor me and bar your kids
From the lessons I learned
And in turn I'm hostile guess
You can recall me anti-social
Niggas shakin' like they caught the holy
Ghost when I approach em'
Try to politic, before I smoke em
Like Sun Tzu niggas do unto these snitches
Before it's done to you
And if the cops come arrest me in the evenin'
Best believe they runnin' for my
Dogs in the mornin' and if I die by a slug
The death of a true thug
Tell me will my niggas mourn me?
(How long will they mourn
Me?) Gettin' blowed out
High, watch me murder the bird
Before he testify
Strikes, walkin' close to my third
I live a troubled life
And if you dream be a part of my team
From Long Beach to Queens
Drug dealers to ex-fiends
Keep yo' eyes on the prize
Nigga watch for bustaz'
Either heaven or jail
It's still hell for a hustler

Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on judgement day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta
Makin' hell for a hustler
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on judgement day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta
Makin' hell for a hustler

If it's on then it's on we break beat breaks
Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate
To the shit I don't got
Be the shit I gotta take dealin' with fate
Hopin' God don't close the gate
If it's on then it's on we break beat breaks
Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate
To the shit I don't got
Be the shit I gotta take dealin' with fate
Hopin' God don't close the gate

This is how we ride
Not knowin' if we'll live or die
Catch me rollin' with my motherfuckin'
Guns on the side
In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild
Do we all die this is how we ride
Not knowin' if we'll live or die
Catch me rollin' with my motherfuckin'
Guns on the side
In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild
Until they all die, Outlaw, baby

Yes, yes yes
The Black Jesuz guide us through this
Weary weary weary weary, aiite
Only God can save us nuttin but boss players
Outlawz and thugs no time for the drugs
Now the rap game, similar to the crack game
Hahaha my enemies plantin' seeds
My few friendz 'til the end
Outlaw, rough rugged and raw
Jay Z Gay Z die slow
Mobb Deep you sleep, die slow yes
Biggie, piggie, Puffy nuttin, die slow
Hahaha we ain't quitin'
Nigga ain't stoppin' war, it's war nigga
Yea, yea like the niggas in Iran and Iraq
It don't stop sure my name is 2Pac
Makaveli with Thuglife across my belly
All my niggas with they name on they neck
Give us respect or die get chin check
WESTSIDDDDDDDDDDDDE, Death Row outlaw
Word up