2Pac & Outlawz – Hell 4 a Hustler Lyrics

Hell 4 a Hustler

2Pac & Outlawz

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"Hell 4 a Hustler." - 2Pac & Outlawz

Tuesday, 20 October 2026, 08:02 am

Album: Still I Rise

Track No: 08

Get on yo knees ****, get on yo knees and pray
Increase the doses, bust on whoever closest
Thug livin', hella prison, never losin' my focus
I'm making money moves mandatory, end of discussion
My past records tell a story, picture **** with 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 not legitly
So I laugh 'til I'm cryin', when the Lord come get me
No baby mama drama, **** missed 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'll bust on them **** until they scurry
A man of military means, to my artillery
Watchin' over me through every murder scene
From adolescense, to my early teens, thought we were 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 will last, feelin' the shame
Of cocaine, the product of the devil, I'm sellin' my soul
Got tired of small time livin' **** tellin' me no
I got mine, fuck them other suckas
That's the mentality, jealous ass bustas make it hell for a hustler
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on judgement day
(Help me change my ways)
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it hell 4 a hustler
(Why was I raised this way?)
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on judgement day
(On judgement 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 take 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
Ones, fives and tens was funny money
So I sets my sights bigger, four figures or mo'
Real **** 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 **** is outta here
In case you forgot we on the same shit that got us here
Every step I take, every sell I make
Every jail I break, every meal I ate
Head to head, whoever hustle hardest
On the block duckin' charges, **** fuck the sergeant
He got a job, all my bottles got a pinch of coke
Listen though I'm missin' dough I got give her mo'
Hell naw, dead blocks with red tops but now a **** 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 judgement day
(Help me change my ways)
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it hell 4 a hustler
(Why was I raised this way?)
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on judgement day
(On judgement 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 til I burn
Censor me and bar your kids from the lessons I learned
And in turn I'm hostile, guess you can call me antisocial
**** shakin' like they caught the Holy Ghost when I approach
Try to politic before I smoke 'em, like Sun Tzu
**** 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 **** 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 party of my team from Long Beach to Queens
Drug dealers to ex fiends
Keep yo eyes on the prize, **** watch for bustas
Either heaven or jail, it's still hell 4 a hustler
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on judgement day
(Help me change my ways)
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it hell 4 a hustler
(Why was I raised this way?)
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on judgement day
(On judgement 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
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' gun on my side
In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild 'til they all die, outlaw
Yes, change my ways
And black Jesus guide us through this
Weary, weary, weary, weary alright
Only God can save us

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