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2Pac
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Hell 4 A Hustla (DJ Veli mix)
Get on yo knees nigga, get on yo knees
Increase the doses, bust on whoever closest
Thug livin', hell of prison, never losin' my focus
I'm makin' money moves mandatory, end of discussion
My past records tell a story, picture niggas with rushin'
And steel bust in, till the cops come runnin', duck in abandon buildings
Ditchin' my gun, oh what a motherfucking feeling
I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now [?]
So I laugh til I'm cryin', when the Lord come get me
No baby momma drama, nigga missed me
Why plant seeds in a dirty bitch waitin' to trick me
Not the life for me, livin' carefree till I'm buried
And if they dare me, I'll bust on them niggas, and until they scurry
I'm clearly a man of military means, to my artillery
Watchin' over me through every murder scene
From adolescence, to my early teens, thought we was gonna die
Sellin' dope to all the fiends, sometimes I wanna cry
And still, we try to change the past in vain
Never knowin' if this game will last, feelin' the shame
Of cocaine, the product of the devil, am I sellin' my soul
Got tired of smalltime livin' nigga tellin' me no
I got mine, fuck them other suckas
That's the mentality, jealous ass bustas makin' hell for a hustler
Oh Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on judgement day
It ain't me, I was rasied this way
Never let 'em play me for a busta
Makin' hell for a hustler
How do these cowards be concieved
They born into this world, allowed to breathe
While so many real G's they die secret
But Outlawz, we ride so rightously
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, weather you white like dark
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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 hurst, 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 feens using up beens with dirty blood on a eagle
Stranded, blunted in his van, don't give a damn if you see 'em
Most likey I'm a real nigga, so while the 2 Loc
Five shots will leave yall 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
Preoccupied with gettin' my cheese and fuck the process
No insanity plea from me, I ride the beef till I burn
Censor me and bar your kids from the lessons I learned
And in turn I'm hostile, guess you can could me antisocial
Niggas shakin' like they caught the Holy Ghost when I approach
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 evening
Best believe they coming for my dogs in the morning
And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug
Tell me will my niggas mourn me, gettin' blowed out
High watch me murder the bird before he testify
Strikes walking 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 bustas
Either heaven or jail, it's still hell for a hustler...
Jay-Z die slow, Biggie, Piggy, Puffy die slow
Nigga it ain't stoppin me
War, war nigga, All my niggas with they name on they neck
Give us respect or die and get chin checked, Westsiiide...
Outlaw... (Word up!)
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