ACCEDI

Password dimenticata?

×
Seguici su Instagram Feed RSS Seguici su YouTube
Visualizzazione risultati da 1 a 1 su 1

2pac - hell 4 a hustler

  1. #1
    Matricola FdT
    Uomo 34 anni da Modena
    Iscrizione: 11/5/2006
    Messaggi: 42
    Piaciuto: 0 volte

    Predefinito 2pac - hell 4 a hustler

    2Pac + Outlawz

    [2Pac]
    Get on yo' knees nigga
    Get on yo' knees and pray



    Huh, increase the doses, bustin whoever closest
    Thug livin, hell or prison, never losin my focus
    I'm makin money moves manditory
    In a discussion my past records tell a story
    Picture niggaz we 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 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, waitin to trick me, not the life for me
    Livin carefree, til I'm buried - and if they dare me
    I'm bustin on niggaz until they scurry, I'm clearly
    a man of military means in 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'll last, feelin ashamed
    of cocaine, the product of the devil, am I sellin my soul?
    Got tired of small time livin, niggaz tellin me no
    I got MINE, FUCK THEM OTHER SUCKERS, that's the mentality
    Jealous-ass bustaz, make it hell for us

    Chorus: 2Pac (and harmonizing vocals) *repeat 2X*

    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 busta, make it hell 4 a hustler

    [E.D.I. Amin]
    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 nigga fo' sho', out in the cold for dough
    What you thought? War is war, 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 niggaz is outta here
    In case you forgot, we on the same shit that got us here

    [Young Noble]
    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 duckin charges, nigga fuck 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 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
    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

    Chorus

    [2Pac]
    No insanity plea for me, I ride the beef til I burn
    Censor me and void your kids from the lessons I've learned
    And in turn I'm hostile guess you could call me anti-social
    Niggaz shakin like they caught the holy ghost when I approach em
    Try to politic, before I smoke em, like Sun Zu
    Niggaz 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 mornin
    And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug
    Tell me will my niggaz mourn me? Gettin blowed out
    High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify
    Strikes, walkin 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 bustaz
    Either heaven or jail, it's still hell 4 a hustler

    Chorus

    [2Pac]
    This is how we ride
    Not knowin if we'll live or die
    Catch me rollin with my motherfuckin 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 motherfuckin 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
    Only God can save us
    Nuttin but boss players
    Outlawz and thugs

  2. # ADS
     

Discussioni simili

  1. Venom - Welcome to hell
    Da Silent Enigma nel forum Testi musicali
    Risposte: 0
    Ultimo messaggio: 6/4/2007, 20:27
  2. Sum 41 - Welcome To Hell
    Da Litha nel forum Testi musicali
    Risposte: 0
    Ultimo messaggio: 5/1/2007, 18:46
  3. Ska-p - Welcome To Hell
    Da Kim nel forum Testi musicali
    Risposte: 0
    Ultimo messaggio: 6/3/2005, 11:07