E.D.I. Mean - Hell 4 A Hustler lyrics

Get on yo knees n***a, get on yo knees and pray [Verse 1: 2Pac] Increase the doses, bust on whoever closest Thug livin', hell of prison, never losin' my focus I'm makin' money moves mandatory, end of discussion My past records tell a story, picture n***as with rushin' And still bustin', 'til the cops come runnin', duck in abandoned buildings Ditchin' my gun, homeboy the motherf**in' villain I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legitly So I laugh til I'm cryin', when the Lord come get me No baby momma drama, n***a missed me Why plant seeds in a dirty b**h 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 n***as, 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 will last, feelin' the shame Of c**aine, the product of the devil, am I sellin' my soul Got tired of small time livin' n***a tellin' me no I got mine, f** them other s**as That's the mentality, jealous a** bustas make it hell for a hustler [Hook: 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 busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler (why I was raised this way?) Lord, help me change my ways Show a little mercy on Judgment day (on a judgement days) It ain't me, I was raised this way I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 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 4 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 mo' Real n***a fo' sho', 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 n***as is outta here In case you forgot we on the same sh** that got us here [Verse 3: Young Noble] Yo, to e'ry step I take, e'ry sell I make E'ry jail I break, e'ry mill' I ate Head to head, whoever hustle hardest On the block duckin' charges, n***a f** the sergeant He got a job, all my bottles got a pinch of coke Listen tho' I'm missin' dough I gotta gather mo' Hell naw, dead blocks with red tops but now a n***a sell words For all my young thugs in jail in Jerz They made it hell 4 a hustler, I bails high as f** 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 [Hook] 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 busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler (why I was raised this way?) Lord, help me change my ways Show a little mercy on Judgment day (on a judgement days) It ain't me, I was raised this way I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 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 n***as shakin' like they caught the Holy Ghost when I approach Try to politic before I smoke 'em, like Sun Tzu n***as do unto these snitches, before it's done to you And if the cops come arrest me in the evening Best believe they comin' for my dogs in the morning And if I die by a slug, the d**h of a true thug Tell me will my n***as 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, n***a watch for bustas Either heaven or jail, it's still hell for a hustler... [Hook] 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 busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler (why I was raised this way?) Lord, help me change my ways Show a little mercy on Judgment day (on a judgement days) It ain't me, I was raised this way I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler [Outro: 2Pac] This is how we ride not knowin' if we'll live or die Catch me rollin' with my motherf**in' 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 motherf**in' 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 Jesuz guide us through this Weary weary weary weary, aight, only God can save us