Hell 4 A Hustler
Outlawz & 2Pac Lyrics

Get on yo' knees nigga
Submit to a higher power and pray for guidance

Get on yo' knees and pray
Admit one's mistakes and ask for forgiveness

Increase the doses, bustin' whoever closest
Take bigger risks and eliminate any potential threats

Thug livin', hell or prison, never losin' my focus
Live life as a gangster knowing prison or death are possible outcomes

I'm makin' money moves mandatory
Make it a requirement to make money

In a discussion my past records tell a story
My past actions are a reflection of who I am

Picture niggaz we rushin' and still bustin'
Imagine a scene where we are on the attack and still shooting

Til the cops come runnin', duck in abandoned buildings
Take cover from law enforcement in deserted structures

Ditchin' my gun, homeboy the motherfuckin' villain
Dispose of the weapon, I am the notorious criminal

I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legit list
I used to live as a drug dealer, but now my actions are legal

So I laugh til I cry, when the law come get me
I find it amusing that I am caught by the police

No baby momma drama, nigga miss me, why plant seeds
I don't want any relationship problems or responsibilities

In a dirty bitch, waitin' to trick me, not the life for me
I don't want to be with someone who will cheat on me

Livin' carefree, til I'm buried - and if they dare me
Living my life without any worries until death; and if challenged, I will fight

I'm bustin' on niggaz until they scurry, I'm clearly
I'm shooting at people until they run away, it's obvious

A man of military means in my artillery
I have a lot of weapons and I am prepared for battle

Watchin' over me through every murder scene
I am being protected by a higher power as I commit crimes

From adolescence, to my early teens, thought we was gonna die
From a young age, we believed that death was a likely outcome

Sellin' dope to all the fiends, at times I want to cry
Selling drugs to addicts makes me feel sad sometimes

And still, we try to change the past, in vain
We attempt to alter our previous actions, however it's pointless

Never knowin' if this game'll last, feelin' ashamed
We can't predict how long we'll be involved in the criminal lifestyle, and it makes us feel embarrassed

Of cocaine, the product of the devil, am I sellin' my soul?
I wonder if selling drugs is making me lose my morality

Got tired of small time livin', niggaz tellin' me no
I grew fed up of not having money, and others telling me what to do

I got MINE, FUCK THEM OTHER SUCKERS, that's the mentality
I have what I want and I don't care about anyone else's situation

Jealous-ass bustaz, make it hell for us
Envious and inferior people make existence difficult for us

Lord, help me change my ways
Ask for guidance to alter and improve one's behavior

Show a little mercy on judgment day
Ask for forgiveness from a higher power on the day of judgment

It ain't me, I was raised this way
Deny responsibility for current actions due to how one was raised

I never let em play me for a busta, make it hell 4 a hustler
I won't let anyone take advantage of me, living as a gangster is challenging

Now in these last days and times I takes mines so serious
In these uncertain times, I prioritize making money and taking action

Gotta get that paper quickly and escape the sickness
I need to earn money swiftly and distance myself from wrongdoings

If I fail, then I suffer, bein' broke is hell 4 a hustler
If I don't make money, I'll be miserable living as a criminal

So I stay strugglin' and jugglin' with all the might I can muster
I work hard to juggle criminal activity and survival

Since a youngster, been money hungry, moved in
From a young age, I've desired money and began living as a criminal

One's five's and ten's was funny money
Small amounts of money were not enough, and I sought larger sums

What you thought? ??, lost homies in plenty battles
What did you expect? I've lost friends in many confrontations

Last two years shed plenty tears, and I'll send plenty at you
I've cried a lot lately, and I won't hesitate to make others cry

Let me catch you slippin', you soft niggaz is outta here
If I catch you off guard, weak people will be eliminated

In case you forgot, we on the same shit that got us here
Don't forget that we are engaging in criminal activity that led us to our current lifestyle

Head to head, whoever hustle hardest
Compete against one another to see who works harder

On the block duckin' charges, nigga fuck the sergeant
Avoiding getting caught by the police, disrespecting law enforcement

He got a job, all my bottles got a pinch of coke
Police have legal jobs, and all of my drug supply has been contaminated with a small amount of cocaine

Listen tho' I'm missin' dough I gotta gather mo'
Although I am short on money, I have to find a way to make more

Hell naw, dead blocks with red tops but now a nigga sell words
I've come a long way from selling drugs on dangerous streets, now I make money from my music

For all my young thugs in jail in Jerz
Dedicated to all of my fellow criminals who are incarcerated in New Jersey

They made it hell 4 a hustler, I bails high as fuck son
Authorities have made life difficult for criminals, and my bail is very expensive

Dyin' luck none supply us with much guns
We don't have much access to firearms, making death an imminent possibility

I buck one, just to let you know that I can touch ya
I fire a bullet to inform others that violence can be used against them

Slangin' cracks or raps, still hell 4 a hustler
Whether I'm selling drugs or making music, life as a criminal is still challenging

No insanity plea for me, I ride the beef til I burn
I won't use any excuses to avoid punishment; I fight to the end

Sensimilla bar your kids from the lessons I learned
Marijuana users should learn from my mistakes

And in turn I'm hostile guess you could call me anti-social
I develop an aggressive personality and refuse to interact with others

Niggaz shakin' like they caught the holy ghost when I approach em
People are scared and trembling when I confront them

Try to politic, before I smoke em, like Sun Zu
People beg for mercy before I kill them, similar to the strategy in The Art of War

Niggaz do unto these snitches, before it's done to you
Harm informants before they harm you

And if the cops come arrest me in the evening
If I am caught by law enforcement at night

Best believe they comin' for my dogs in the mornin'
Expect them to come after my associates in the morning

And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug
If I die from a gunshot wound, I will die as a real gangster

Tell me will my niggaz mourn me? Gettin' blowed out
I wonder if my associates will grieve for me when I die

High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify
Intoxicated, witness elimination before they can testify is expected

Strikes, walkin' close to my third, I live a trouble life
I have two strikes against me, and my life is full of hardships

And if you dream be a part of my team
If you aspire to join my group of associates

From Long Beach to Queens, drug dealers to ex-fiends
Accepting members from various locations and backgrounds

Keep yo' eyes on the prize, nigga watch for bustaz
Focus on making money and be cautious of the authorities

Either heaven or jail, it's still hell 4 a hustler
Life as a criminal is miserable, regardless of whether you go to jail or heaven after death

This is how we ride
This is how we live our lives as gangsters

Not knowin' if we'll live or die
Uncertain whether we will survive or die

Catch me rollin' with my motherfuckin' guns on the side
I carry weapons with me at all times

In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild til they all die
I retaliate violently if provoked, until all opponents are defeated

Outlawz and thugs
I am a member of Outlawz, a group of gangsters