Hell 4 a Hustler

Get on yo knees ****, get on yo knees and pray

Increase the doses, bust on whoever closest

Thug livin', hella prison, never losin' my focus

I'm making money moves mandatory, end of discussion

My past records tell a story, picture **** with rushin' and still bustin

Til the cops come runnin', duck in abandoned buildings

Ditchin' my gun, homeboy the motherfuckin' villain

I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but not legitly

So I laugh 'til I'm cryin', when the Lord come get me

No baby mama drama, **** missed me

Why plant seeds in a dirty bitch 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 **** until they scurry

A man of military means, to my artillery

Watchin' over me through every murder scene

From adolescense, to my early teens, thought we were 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 cocaine, the product of the devil, I'm sellin' my soul

Got tired of small time livin' **** tellin' me no

I got mine, fuck them other suckas

That's the mentality, jealous ass bustas make it hell for a hustler

Lord, help me change my ways

Show a little mercy on judgement 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 was I raised this way?)

Lord, help me change my ways

Show a little mercy on judgement day

(On judgement day)

It ain't me, I was raised this way

I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it hell 4 a hustler

Now in these last days and times I take 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

Ones, fives and tens was funny money

So I sets my sights bigger, four figures or mo'

Real **** fo' sho', out in the cold for dough

What you thought, all 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 **** is outta here

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

Every step I take, every sell I make

Every jail I break, every meal I ate

Head to head, whoever hustle hardest

On the block duckin' charges, **** fuck the sergeant

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

Listen though I'm missin' dough I got give her mo'

Hell naw, dead blocks with red tops but now a **** sell words

For all my young thugs in jail in Jerz

They made it hell 4 a hustler, I bails high as fuck 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

Lord, help me change my ways

Show a little mercy on judgement 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 was I raised this way?)

Lord, help me change my ways

Show a little mercy on judgement day

(On judgement day)

It ain't me, I was raised this way

I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it hell 4 a hustler

No insanity plea for 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 call me antisocial

**** shakin' like they caught the Holy Ghost when I approach

Try to politic before I smoke 'em, like Sun Tzu

**** 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 **** mourn me, gettin' blowed out

High watch me murder the bird before he testify

Strikes walking close to my third, I live a troubled life

And if you dream, be a party of my team from Long Beach to Queens

Drug dealers to ex fiends

Keep yo eyes on the prize, **** watch for bustas

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

Lord, help me change my ways

Show a little mercy on judgement 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 was I raised this way?)

Lord, help me change my ways

Show a little mercy on judgement day

(On judgement day)

It ain't me, I was raised this way

I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it hell 4 a hustler

This is how we ride, not knowin' if we'll live or die

Catch me rollin' with my motherfuckin' guns on

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 motherfuckin' gun on my side

In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild 'til they all die, outlaw

Yes, change my ways

And black Jesus guide us through this

Weary, weary, weary, weary alright

Only God can save us