2pac - Hell 4 A Hustler Şarkı Sözü

get on yo knees ni**a
get on yo knees and pray

huh, ıncrease the doses, bustin whoever closest
thug livin, hell or prison, never losin my focus
ım makin money moves manditory
ın a discussion my past records tell a story
picture ni**az we rushin and still bustin
til the cops come runnin, duck ın abandoned buildings
ditchin my gun, homeboy the motherf**kin villain
ı live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legit list
so ı laugh til ı cry, when the law come get me
no baby momma drama, ni**a miss me, why plant seeds
ın a dirty bi**h, waitin to trick me, not the life for me
livin carefree, til ım buried - and ıf they dare me
ım bustin on ni**az until they scurry, ım clearly
a man of military means ın 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 ı wanna cry
and still, we try to change the past, ın vain
never knowin ıf this gamell last, feelin ashamed
of cocaine, the product of the devil, am ı sellin my soul?
got tired of small time livin, ni**az tellin me no
ı got mıne, f**k them other suckers, thats the mentality
jealous-a*s bustaz, make ıt hell for us

[chorus: 2pac (and harmonizing vocals) repeat 2x]
lord, help me change my ways
show a little mercy on judgment day
ıt aint me, ı was raised this way
ı never let em play me for a busta, make ıt hell 4 a hustler

now ın these last days and times ı takes mines so serious
gotta get that paper quickly and escape the sickness
ıf ı fail, then ı suffer, bein broke ıs hell 4 a hustler
so ı stay strugglin and jugglin with all the might ı can muster
since a youngster, been money hungry, moved ın
ones fives and tens was funny money
so ı sets my sights bigger, four figures or moreal ni**a fo sho, out ın the cold for dough
what you thought? ??, lost homies ın plenty battles
last two years shed plenty tears, and ıll send plenty at you
let me catch you slippin, you soft ni**az ıs outta here
ın case you forgot, we on the same s**t that got us here

yo, to every step ı take, every foul ı make
every jail ı break, every mill ı ate
head to head, whoever hustle hardest
on the block duckin charges, ni**a f**k the sergeant
he got a job, all my bottles got a pinch of coke
listen tho ım missin dough ı gotta gather mohell naw, dead blocks with red tops but now a ni**a sell words
for all my young thugs ın jail ın jerz
they made ıt hell 4 a hustler, ı bails high as f**k son
dyin luck none supply us with much guns
ı buck one, just to let you know that ı can touch ya
slangin cracks or raps, still hell 4 a hustler


no ınsanity plea for me, ı ride the beef til ı burn
sensor me and bar your kids from the lessons ı learned
and ın turn ım hostile guess you could call me anti-social
ni**az shakin like they caught the holy ghost when ı approach em
try to politic, before ı smoke em, like sun zu
ni**az do unto these snitches, before ıts done to you
and ıf the cops come arrest me ın the evening
best believe they comin for my dogs ın the mornin
and ıf ı die by a slug, the death of a true thug
tell me will my ni**az mourn me? gettin blowed out
high, watch me murder the bird, before he testify
strikes, walkin close to my third, ı live a trouble life
and ıf you dream be a part of my team
from long beach to queens, drug dealers to ex-fiends
keep yo eyes on the prize, ni**a watch for bustaz
either heaven or jail, ıts still hell 4 a hustler


this ıs how we ride
not knowin ıf well live or die
catch me rollin with my motherf**kin guns on the side
ın case of drama, ım the first to break wild til they all die
this ıs how we ride
not knowin ıf well live or die
catch me rollin with my motherf**kin guns on the side
ın case of drama, ım 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
Ekleyen : Ali İhsan Candemir