Versuri 08. Hell 4 a Hustler

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 mandatory 
In a discussion my past records tell a story 
Picture niggaz we rushin' and still bustin' 
Till 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 till 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, till 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 
 
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 
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 
 
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? All for 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 
 
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 
 
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 
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 
 
No insanity plea for me, I ride the beef till 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 
 
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 
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 
 
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 till 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