[2Pac]   Get on yo knees nigga. Get on yo knees and pray.      Increase the doses. Bust on 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      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'm cryin 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 bust on them niggaz until they scurry      I'm clearly a man of military means and 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 will 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 suckas." That's the mentality   Jealous ass bustaz… make it hell for a hustler      (Chorus 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 set my sights bigger, four figures or mo'   Real nigga fa 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 fail I make   Every jail I break. Every meal 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, our 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 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         [2Pac]   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 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 morning      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 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 bustaz   Either heaven or jail, it's still hell 4 a hustler      (Chorus 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      [2Pac & Outlawz]   This is how we ride   Not knowin if we'll live or die   Catch me rollin with my motherfuckin guns on my side   In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild til we all die      This is how we ride   Not knowin if we'll live or die   Catch me rollin with my motherfuckin guns on my side   In case of drama I'm the first to break wild   Until they all die. Outlaw!      Yes. (… change my ways) Yes. And Black Jesuz guide us through this weary weary weary weary ?. Only God can save us. Nothin but boss players. Outlawz and thugs. Retired from drugs now the rap game sendin us to the crack game.