2Pac f/ Outlawz Immortalz

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Chorus: [2pac](Yaki Kadafi over chorus) Oh Lord, help me change my ways show a little mercy on judgement day it ain't me, I was rasied this way never let 'em play me for a busta makin' hell for a hustler (If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate to this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take Dealin with fate, hoping God don't close the gate If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate to this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take Dealin with fate, hoping God don't close the gat) Verse 1 [2Pac] increase the doses, bustin' on whoever closes thug livin', hell in prison, never loosen my focus I'm makin' money, moves mandatory, end of discussion my past records tell the story, picture niggas be rushin' still bustin', til the cops come runnin', duckin' abandon buildings picture my gun, open over the fuckin' ceiling I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now they get me so I laugh til I'm cry, when the Lord come get me no baby momma drama, nigga missed me why plant seeds to a dirty bitch waitin' to trick me not a life for me, livin' carefree til I'm buried and if they dare me, I'll bust on them niggas, and will they scurry I'm clearly, a man of military means, to my artilary watchin' over me thru every murder scene from adolecence, to early teens, tho' we was gonna die, sellin' dope to all the feens, sometimes I wanna cry still, we try to change the past in vein never knowin' if this game will last, feelin' the shame cocain, the product of this devil, am I sellin' my soul got a small time livin' nigga tellin' me no I got mine, fuck them other suckas that's in matablaty, jealous ass bustas makin' hell for a hustler Chorus: Verse 2 [EDI] How do these cowards be concieved they born into this world, allowed to breathe while so many real G's they die secret but Outlawz, we ride so rightously control the destiny, we mobbin' with a sight to see, all together, never separately Verse 3 [Yaki Kadafi] It's it a criminal hobby that got me here thinkin' robbery call Oz up the ave uptown back in Cabust and not a lot of poverty, weather you white like dark or brown like Bobby, while dime bitches give me body til they open Verse 4 [Kastro] Now that's the good of all evil, so tell me what's the worse me deep in my hurst, stuck in crime like time fly over here first, waitin' for credit, contemplatin' my fate, and is the Lord comin', to take me on Judgement Day Verse 5 [Young Noble] They got the feens using up beens with dirty blood on a eagle stranded, blunted in his van, don't give a damn if you see 'em most likey I'm a real nigga, so while the 2 Loc, five shots will leave yall to live or die Verse 6 [Napoleon] Well I been hustlin' off the same block since a little shorty wap taped up notts so my sock, duckin' the muthafuckin' cops watch me shop up, and locked up, come back and blow the block up preoccupied with gettin' my cheese and fuck the process Chorus: Verse 7 [2Pac] No insanity plead from me, I rock the beat til I burn since of me royal kids from the lessons I learned and in turn I'm hostile, can you recall me in essence social nigga shakin' like they caught the holy ghost when I approach try to politic before I smoke 'em, like sun sue niggas doin' to these snitches, before it's done to you and if the cops come arrest me in the evening best believe they runnin' form my dogs in the morning 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 walking close to my 3rd, I live a trouble life and if you dream, be apart of my team from Long Beach to Queens drug dealers to ex-feens keep yo eyes on the prize, nigga watch for bustas either heaven or jail, it's still hell for a hustler... Outro: [2Pac] Jay-Z die slow, Biggie, Piggy, Puffy die slow nigga it ain't stoppin me War, war nigga, All my niggas with they name on they neck give us respect or die and get chin checked, WestSide2Pac f/ Outlawz Immortalz - Hell For a Hustler - http://ru.motolyrics.com/2pac-f-outlawz-immortalz/hell-for-a-hustler-lyrics.html

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