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Get on yo' nigga
Get on yo' and pray

Huh, increase the doses, bustin' closest
Thug livin', Hell or prison, never losin' my
I'm makin' money mandatory
In a discussion my records tell a story
niggaz we rushin' and still bustin'
Till the cops come runnin', in abandoned buildings
Ditchin' my gun, the motherfuckin' villain
I live the lifestyles of dealers, but now legit list
So I till I cry, when the law come get me
No baby momma drama, nigga miss me, why seeds
In a dirty bitch, waitin' to me, not the life for me
carefree, till I'm buried and if they dare me

I'm on niggaz until they scurry, I'm clearly
A man of military in my artillery
Watchin' over me through murder scene
adolescence, to my early teens, thought we was gonna die
Sellin' to all the fiends, at times I wanna cry
And still, we try to the past, in vain
Never knowin' if this last, feelin' ashamed
Of cocaine, the of the Devil, am I sellin' my soul?
Got tired of small time livin', niggaz me no
I got mine, fuck other suckers that's the mentality
Jealous-ass bustaz, it Hell for us

Lord, me change my ways
Show a little mercy on day
It me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, it Hell 4 a hustler
Lord, help me change my
Show a little mercy on day
It ain't me, I was raised way
I never let 'em me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler

Now in last days and times I takes mines so serious
Gotta get that paper quickly and the sickness
If I fail, then I suffer, bein' broke is 4 a hustler
So I stay strugglin' and with all the might I can muster
Since a youngster, been hungry, moved in
One's five's and ten's was funny
So I sets my sights bigger, four or mo'
Real nigga fo' sho', out in the for dough
you thought? All for lost homies in plenty battles
Last two shed plenty tears and I'll send plenty at you
Let me catch you slippin' you soft niggaz is here
In case you forgot we on the same shit that got us

Yo, to every step I take, foul I make
Every jail I break, mill' I ate
Head to head, whoever hustle
On the block duckin' charges, nigga fuck the
He got a job, all my bottles got a pinch of
Listen tho' I'm missin' dough I gotta mo'
naw, dead blocks with red tops but now a nigga sell words
For all my thugs in jail in Jerz
They it hell 4 a hustler, I bails high as fuck son
luck none supply us with much guns
I buck one, just to let you know that I can ya
Slangin' or raps, still hell 4 a hustler

Lord, help me my ways
a little mercy on Judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it 4 a hustler
Lord, me change my ways
Show a little mercy on day
It ain't me, I was this way
I let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler

No insanity for me, I ride the beef till I burn
Sensimilla bar your kids the lessons I learned
And in turn I'm hostile guess you call me anti-social
Niggaz shakin' like they caught the holy ghost I approach 'em
Try to politic, before I 'em, like Sun Zu
Niggaz do unto these snitches, before done to you
And if the cops come arrest me in the
believe they comin' for my dogs in the mornin'

And if I die by a slug, the death of a true
Tell me my niggaz mourn me? Gettin' blowed out
High, watch me murder the bird, he testify
Strikes, walkin' close to my third, I live a trouble
And if you dream be a of my team
Long Beach to Queens, drug dealers to ex-fiends
Keep yo' on the prize, nigga watch for bustaz
Either Heaven or jail, still Hell 4 a hustler

Lord, me change my ways
Show a little on Judgment day
It me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler
Lord, me change my ways
Show a mercy on Judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, it Hell 4 a hustler

is how we ride not knowin' if we'll live or die
Catch me rollin' with my motherfuckin' on the side
In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild they all die
This is how we ride not knowin' if we'll or die
Catch me rollin' with my motherfuckin' on the side
In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild until they all die,
Yes, change my ways yes, the Black Jesuz us through this
Weary weary weary weary only God can us
Nuttin' but players Outlawz and thugs