Hell 4 A Hustler Video (MV)

[2Pac]
Get on yoÂ' knees nigga
Get on yoÂ' knees and pray

Huh, increase the doses, bustin' whoever closest
Thug livin', hell or prison, never losin' my focus
IÂ'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 motherf*ckin' villain
I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legit list

So I laugh til I cry, 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 IÂ'm buried - and if they dare me

IÂ'm bustin' on niggaz until they scurry, IÂ'm clearly
A man of military means in 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 want to cry
And still, we try to change the past, in vain
Never knowin' if this gameÂ'll 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 SUCKERS, thatÂ's the mentality
Jealous-ass bustaz, make it hell for us

[Chorus: x2]
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on judgment day
It ainÂ'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
OneÂ's fiveÂ's and tenÂ's was funny money
So I sets my sights bigger, four figures or moÂ'
Real nigga for sure, out in the cold for dough

What you thought? ??, lost homies in plenty battles
Last two years shed plenty tears, and IÂ'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 foul I make
Every jail I break, every millÂ' I ate
Head to head, whoever hustle hardest
On the block duckin' charges, nigga f*ck the sergeant

He got a job, all my bottles got a pinch of coke
Listen thoÂ' IÂ'm missin' dough I gotta gather moÂ'
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 f*ck 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]

[2Pac]
No insanity plea for me, I ride the beef til I burn
Sensimilla bar your kids from the lessons I learned
And in turn IÂ'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 itÂ's done to you
And if the cops come arrest me in the evening
Best believe they comin' for my dogs in the mornin'

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 trouble life

And if you dream be a part of my team
From Long Beach to Queens, drug dealers to ex-fiends
Keep yoÂ' eyes on the prize, nigga watch for bustaz
Either heaven or jail, itÂ's still hell 4 a hustler

[Chorus]

[2Pac]
This is how we ride
Not knowin' if weÂ'll live or die
Catch me rollin' with my motherf*ckin' guns on the side
In case of drama, IÂ'm the first to break wild til they all die

This is how we ride
Not knowin' if weÂ'll live or die
Catch me rollin' with my motherf*ckin' guns on the side
In case of drama, IÂ'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

Only God can save us
Nothin' but boss players
Outlawz and thugs