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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 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 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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