[Intro]
Get on your knees, nigga, get on your knees and pray
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Increase the doses, bust on whoever closest
Thug livin', Hell or 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, oh what a motherfuckin' feelin'
I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legit-ly
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'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'll 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 suckers
That's the mentality, jealous-ass busters make it hell for a hustler
[Chorus: 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 buster
Make it hell for a hustler (Why I was raised this way?)
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day (On judgement day)
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a buster
Make it hell for a hustler
[Verse 2: 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 for 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 more
Real nigga for sure, 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
[Verse 3: Young Noble]
Yo, to every step I take, every sell 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 though, I'm missin' dough, I gotta gather more
Hell nah, dead blocks with red tops but now a nigga sell words
For all my young thugs in jail in Jerz
They made it hell for 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 for a hustler
[Chorus: 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 buster
Make it hell for a hustler (Why I was raised this way?)
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day (On judgement day)
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a buster
Make it hell for a hustler
[Verse 4: 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 runnin' from my dogs in the mornin'
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 busters
Either Heaven or jail, it's still hell for a hustler
[Chorus: 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 buster
Make it hell for a hustler (Why I was raised this way?)
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day (On judgement day)
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a buster
Make it hell for a hustler
[Outro: 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 Jesus guide us through this
Weary, weary, weary, weary, aight
Only God can save us
