2Pac & Outlawz – Hell 4 a Hustler

Hell 4 a Hustler is another incredible hip hop and rap song created by a talented rapper, Tupac Shakur featuring Outlawz.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 08 on his top charting album project called “Still I Rise” was officially released on 21 December 1999.

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LYRICS

Get on yo knees nigga, get on yo knees and pray

[2Pac:]

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 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 legitly

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 ’til 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, 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, am I sellin’ my soul

Got tired of small time livin’ nigga tellin’ me no

I got mine, fuck them other suckas

That’s the mentality, jealous ass bustas make it hell for a hustler

[2Pac & Yaki Kadafi:]

Lord, help me change my ways (Lord!)

Show a little mercy on Judgment 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 I was raised this way?)

Lord, help me change my ways

Show a little mercy on Judgment day (on a judgement days)

It ain’t me, I was raised this way

I never let ’em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler

[Edi Mean:]

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” is 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 niggas is outta here

In case you forgot we on the same shit that got us here

[Young Noble:]

Yo, to e’ry step I take, e’ry sell I make

E’ry jail I break, e’ry 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 (Lord!)

Show a little mercy on Judgment 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 I was raised this way?)

Lord, help me change my ways

Show a little mercy on Judgment day (on a judgement days)

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 from 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 recall 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 comin’ 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 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 bustas

Either heaven or jail, it’s still hell for a hustler

Lord, help me change my ways (Lord!)

Show a little mercy on Judgment 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 I was raised this way?)

Lord, help me change my ways

Show a little mercy on Judgment day (on a judgement days)

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:]

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, aight, only God can save us