[2Pac]. Get on yo' knees nigga. Get on yo' knees and pray. Huh increase the doses bustin whoever closest. Thug livin hell or prison never losin my focus. I'm makin money moves manditory. In a discussion my past records tell a story. Picture niggaz we rushin and still bustin. til the cops come runnin duck in abandoned buildings. Ditchin my gun homeboy the motherfuckin villain. I live the lifestyles of drug dealers but now legit list. So I laugh til I cry when the law come get me. No baby momma drama nigga miss me 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 niggaz until they scurry I'm clearly. a man of military means in 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 at times I wanna cry. And still we try to change the past in vain. Never knowin if this game'll last feelin ashamed. of cocaine the product of the devil am I sellin my soul?. Got tired of small time livin niggaz tellin me no. I got MINE FUCK THEM OTHER SUCKERS that's the mentality. Jealous-ass bustaz make it hell for us. Chorus: 2Pac (and harmonizing vocals) *repeat 2X*. Lord help me change my ways. Show a little mercy on judgment day. It ain't me I was raised this way. I never let em play me for a busta make it hell 4 a hustler. [E.D.I. Amin]. Now in these last days and times I takes mines so serious. Gotta get that paper quickly and escape the sickness. If I fail then I suffer bein broke is hell 4 a hustler. So I stay strugglin and jugglin with all the might I can muster. Since a youngster been money hungry moved in. One's five's and ten's was funny money. So I sets my sights bigger four figures or mo'. Real nigga fo' sho' out in the cold for dough. What you thought? ?? lost homies in plenty battles. Last two years shed plenty tears and I'll send plenty at you. Let me catch you slippin you soft niggaz is outta here. In case you forgot we on the same shit that got us here. [Young Noble]. Yo to every step I take every foul I make. Every jail I break every mill' I ate. Head to head whoever hustle hardest. On the block duckin charges nigga fuck the sergeant. He got a job all my bottles got a pinch of coke. Listen tho' I'm missin dough I gotta gather mo'. Hell naw dead blocks with red tops but now a nigga sell words. for all my young thugs in jail in Jerz. They made it hell 4 a hustler I bails high as fuck son. Dyin luck none supply us with much guns. I buck one just to let you know that I can touch ya. Slangin cracks or raps still hell 4 a hustler. Chorus. [2Pac]. No insanity plea for me I ride the beef til I burn. Sensimilla bar your kids from the lessons I learned. And in turn I'm hostile guess you could call me anti-social. Niggaz shakin like they caught the holy ghost when I approach em. Try to politic before I smoke em like Sun Zu. Niggaz do unto these snitches before it's done to you. And if the cops come arrest me in the evening. best believe they comin for my dogs in the mornin. And if I die by a slug the death of a true thug. Tell me will my niggaz mourn me? Gettin blowed out. High watch me murder the bird before he testify. Strikes walkin close to my third I live a trouble 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 4 a hustler. Chorus. [2Pac]. 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 til they 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. Yes (change my ways) yes. The Black Jesuz guide us through this. Weary weary weary weary. Only God can save us. Nuttin but boss players. Outlawz and thugs.