Hell 4 a Hustler

Get on yo' knees nigga

Get on yo' knees and pray

Huh, increase the doses, busting whoever closest

Thug living, hell or prison, never losing my focus

I'm making money moves mandatory

In a discussion my past records tell a story

Picture niggas we rushing and still busting

Til the cops come running, duck in abandoned buildings

Ditching my gun, homeboy the motherfucking 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, waiting to trick me, not the life for me

Living carefree, til I'm buried, and if they dare me

I'm busting on niggas until they scurry, I'm clearly

A man of military means in my artillery

Watching over me through every murder scene

From adolescence, to my early teens, thought we was gonna die

Selling dope to all the fiends, at times I want to cry

And still, we try to change the past, in vain

Never knowing if this game'll last, feeling ashamed

Of cocaine, the product of the devil, am I selling my soul?

Got tired of small time livin, niggas telling me no

I got mine! Fuck them other suckers! That's the mentality

Jealous-ass bustaz, make it hell for us

Lord, help me change my ways

Show a little mercy on judgment 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

Lord, help me change my ways

Show a little mercy on judgment 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

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, being broke is hell 4 a hustler

So I stay struggling and juggling 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 nigga fo' sho', out in the cold for dough

What you thought? ?, lost homies in plenty battles

Last two years shed plenty tears, and I'll send plenty at you

Let me catch you slipping, you soft niggas is outta here

In case you forgot, we on the same shit that got us here

Yo, to every step I take, every foul I make

Every jail I break, every mill' I ate

Head to head, whoever hustle hardest

On the block ducking charges, nigga fuck the sergeant

He got a job, all my bottles got a pinch of coke

Listen tho' I'm missing dough I gotta gather mo'

Hell no, 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 fuck son

Dying luck none supply us with much guns

I buck one, just to let you know that I can touch ya

Slanging cracks or raps, still hell 4 a hustler

Lord, help me change my ways

Show a little mercy on judgment 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

No insanity plea for me, I ride the beef til I burn

Sensimilla bar your kids from the lessons I learned

And in turn I'm hostile guess you could call me anti-social

Niggas shaking like they caught the holy ghost when I approach em

Try to politic, before I smoke em, like Sun Zu

Niggas do unto these snitches, before it's done to you

And if the cops come arrest me in the evening

Best believe they coming for 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? Getting blowed out

High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify

Strikes, walking 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 yo' eyes on the prize, nigga watch for busters

Either heaven or jail, it's still hell 4 a hustler

Lord, help me change my ways

Show a little mercy on judgment 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

This is how we ride

Not knowing if we'll live or die

Catch me rolling with my motherfucking 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 knowing if we'll live or die

Catch me rolling with my motherfucking 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

Only God can save us

Nothing but boss players

Outlawz and thugs