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2Pac]<br />Get on yo' knees nigga<br />Get on yo' knees and pray<br /><br />Huh, increase the doses, bustin whoever closest<br />Thug livin, hell or prison, never losin my focus<br />I'm makin money moves manditory<br />In a discussion my past records tell a story<br />Picture niggaz we rushin and still bustin<br />til the cops come runnin, duck in abandoned buildings<br />Ditchin my gun, homeboy the motherfuckin villain<br />I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legit list<br />So I laugh til I cry, when the law come get me<br />No baby momma drama, nigga miss me, why plant seeds<br />in a dirty bitch, waitin to trick me, not the life for me<br />Livin carefree, til I'm buried - and if they dare me<br />I'm bustin on niggaz until they scurry, I'm clearly<br />a man of military means in my artillery<br />Watchin over me through every murder scene<br />From adolescence, to my early teens, thought we was gonna die<br />Sellin dope to all the fiends, at times I wanna cry<br />And still, we try to change the past, in vain<br />Never knowin if this game'll last, feelin ashamed<br />of cocaine, the product of the devil, am I sellin my soul?<br />Got tired of small time livin, niggaz tellin me no<br />I got MINE, FUCK THEM OTHER SUCKERS, that's the mentality<br />Jealous-ass bustaz, make it hell for us<br /><br />Chorus: 2Pac (and harmonizing vocals) *repeat 2X*<br /><br />Lord, help me change my ways<br />Show a little mercy on judgment day<br />It ain't me, I was raised this way<br />I never let em play me for a busta, make it hell 4 a hustler<br /><br />[E.D.I. Amin]<br />Now in these last days and times I takes mines so serious<br />Gotta get that paper quickly and escape the sickness<br />If I fail, then I suffer, bein broke is hell 4 a hustler<br />So I stay strugglin and jugglin with all the might I can muster<br />Since a youngster, been money hungry, moved in<br />One's five's and ten's was funny money<br />So I sets my sights bigger, four figures or mo'<br />Real nigga fo' sho', out in the cold for dough<br />What you thought? ??, lost homies in plenty battles<br />Last two years shed plenty tears, and I'll send plenty at you<br />Let me catch you slippin, you soft niggaz is outta here<br />In case you forgot, we on the same shit that got us here<br /><br />[Young Noble]<br />Yo, to every step I take, every foul I make<br />Every jail I break, every mill' I ate<br />Head to head, whoever hustle hardest<br />On the block duckin charges, nigga fuck the sergeant<br />He got a job, all my bottles got a pinch of coke<br />Listen tho' I'm missin dough I gotta gather mo'<br />Hell naw, dead blocks with red tops but now a nigga sell words<br />for all my young thugs in jail in Jerz<br />They made it hell 4 a hustler, I bails high as fuck son<br />Dyin luck none supply us with much guns<br />I buck one, just to let you know that I can touch ya<br />Slangin cracks or raps, still hell 4 a hustler<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />[2Pac]<br />No insanity plea for me, I ride the beef til I burn<br />Sensimilla bar your kids from the lessons I learned<br />And in turn I'm hostile guess you could call me anti-social<br />Niggaz shakin like they caught the holy ghost when I approach em<br />Try to politic, before I smoke em, like Sun Zu<br />Niggaz do unto these snitches, before it's done to you<br />And if the cops come arrest me in the evening<br />best believe they comin for my dogs in the mornin<br />And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug<br />Tell me will my niggaz mourn me? Gettin blowed out<br />High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify<br />Strikes, walkin close to my third, I live a trouble life<br />And if you dream be a part of my team<br />From Long Beach to Queens, drug dealers to ex-fiends<br />Keep yo' eyes on the prize, nigga watch for bustaz<br />Either heaven or jail, it's still hell 4 a hustler<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />[2Pac]<br />This is how we ride<br />Not knowin if we'll live or die<br />Catch me rollin with my motherfuckin guns on the side<br />In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild til they all die<br />This is how we ride<br />Not knowin if we'll live or die<br />Catch me rollin with my motherfuckin guns on the side<br />In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild<br />until they all die, Outlaw<br />Yes (change my ways) yes<br />The Black Jesuz guide us through this<br />Weary weary weary weary<br />Only God can save us<br />Nuttin but boss players<br />Outlawz and thugs
New song lyrics
2Pac]<br />Get on yo' knees nigga<br />Get on yo' knees and pray<br /><br />Huh, increase the doses, bustin whoever closest<br />Thug livin, hell or prison, never losin my focus<br />I'm makin money moves manditory<br />In a discussion my past records tell a story<br />Picture niggaz we rushin and still bustin<br />til the cops come runnin, duck in abandoned buildings<br />Ditchin my gun, homeboy the motherfuckin villain<br />I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legit list<br />So I laugh til I cry, when the law come get me<br />No baby momma drama, nigga miss me, why plant seeds<br />in a dirty bitch, waitin to trick me, not the life for me<br />Livin carefree, til I'm buried - and if they dare me<br />I'm bustin on niggaz until they scurry, I'm clearly<br />a man of military means in my artillery<br />Watchin over me through every murder scene<br />From adolescence, to my early teens, thought we was gonna die<br />Sellin dope to all the fiends, at times I wanna cry<br />And still, we try to change the past, in vain<br />Never knowin if this game'll last, feelin ashamed<br />of cocaine, the product of the devil, am I sellin my soul?<br />Got tired of small time livin, niggaz tellin me no<br />I got MINE, FUCK THEM OTHER SUCKERS, that's the mentality<br />Jealous-ass bustaz, make it hell for us<br /><br />Chorus: 2Pac (and harmonizing vocals) *repeat 2X*<br /><br />Lord, help me change my ways<br />Show a little mercy on judgment day<br />It ain't me, I was raised this way<br />I never let em play me for a busta, make it hell 4 a hustler<br /><br />[E.D.I. Amin]<br />Now in these last days and times I takes mines so serious<br />Gotta get that paper quickly and escape the sickness<br />If I fail, then I suffer, bein broke is hell 4 a hustler<br />So I stay strugglin and jugglin with all the might I can muster<br />Since a youngster, been money hungry, moved in<br />One's five's and ten's was funny money<br />So I sets my sights bigger, four figures or mo'<br />Real nigga fo' sho', out in the cold for dough<br />What you thought? ??, lost homies in plenty battles<br />Last two years shed plenty tears, and I'll send plenty at you<br />Let me catch you slippin, you soft niggaz is outta here<br />In case you forgot, we on the same shit that got us here<br /><br />[Young Noble]<br />Yo, to every step I take, every foul I make<br />Every jail I break, every mill' I ate<br />Head to head, whoever hustle hardest<br />On the block duckin charges, nigga fuck the sergeant<br />He got a job, all my bottles got a pinch of coke<br />Listen tho' I'm missin dough I gotta gather mo'<br />Hell naw, dead blocks with red tops but now a nigga sell words<br />for all my young thugs in jail in Jerz<br />They made it hell 4 a hustler, I bails high as fuck son<br />Dyin luck none supply us with much guns<br />I buck one, just to let you know that I can touch ya<br />Slangin cracks or raps, still hell 4 a hustler<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />[2Pac]<br />No insanity plea for me, I ride the beef til I burn<br />Sensimilla bar your kids from the lessons I learned<br />And in turn I'm hostile guess you could call me anti-social<br />Niggaz shakin like they caught the holy ghost when I approach em<br />Try to politic, before I smoke em, like Sun Zu<br />Niggaz do unto these snitches, before it's done to you<br />And if the cops come arrest me in the evening<br />best believe they comin for my dogs in the mornin<br />And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug<br />Tell me will my niggaz mourn me? Gettin blowed out<br />High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify<br />Strikes, walkin close to my third, I live a trouble life<br />And if you dream be a part of my team<br />From Long Beach to Queens, drug dealers to ex-fiends<br />Keep yo' eyes on the prize, nigga watch for bustaz<br />Either heaven or jail, it's still hell 4 a hustler<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />[2Pac]<br />This is how we ride<br />Not knowin if we'll live or die<br />Catch me rollin with my motherfuckin guns on the side<br />In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild til they all die<br />This is how we ride<br />Not knowin if we'll live or die<br />Catch me rollin with my motherfuckin guns on the side<br />In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild<br />until they all die, Outlaw<br />Yes (change my ways) yes<br />The Black Jesuz guide us through this<br />Weary weary weary weary<br />Only God can save us<br />Nuttin but boss players<br />Outlawz and thugs
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