2Pac – Hell 4 A Hustler (OG) feat. Outlaw Immortalz


Reel Date: July 06, 1996
Rumored Date: September 06, 1996
Producer: Damon Thomas
Studio: Track Records Studios (South Studios), North Hollywood, California
Released: Still I Rise’s Album


Lyrics:

[Makaveli intro]

Lets bring it to these niggaz with some love
Lets show niggaz we understand what they going through (you know what)
We know that its hell 4 hustler out here (naw naw naw for real)
With 3 strikes and jails and penitentiaries and police and task force and snitches and bitches and niggaz and playa hataz sit the fuck down naw mean
We got to build on this shit to hit your ass (I got some real shit to hit yo ass)
Lets spread love nigga
Deathrow done made a few fuckin changes
This how we do this shit
It’s hell 4 a hustler
Makaveli the don, outlaw
Throw your muthafuckin guns in the air
If you truly livin this criminal lifestyle (all my outlawz)
(fuck you bitch made niggaz)
Get on your knees (aiite) nigga, get on your knees and pray

[Chorus: Makaveli and Yaki Kadafi over chorus]

Oh Lord, help me change my ways
show a little mercy on judgement day
it ain’t me, I was raised this way
never let ’em play me for a busta
makin’ hell for a hustler

(If it’s on then it’s on, we break beat-breaks
Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate
to this shit I don’t got, be the shit I gotta take
Dealin with fate, hoping God don’t close the gate
If it’s on then it’s on, we break beat-breaks
Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate
to this shit I don’t got, be the shit I gotta take
Dealin with fate, hoping God don’t close the gate)

[Makaveli]

Increase the doses, bustin’ on whoever closest (buck buck buck)
Thug livin’, hell in prison, never losin my focus (westside)
I’m makin’ money, moves mandatory, end of discussion
My past records tell the story, (check my shit)
Picture niggas be rushin’ (haha)
Still bustin’, til the cops come runnin’, duckin’ abandon buildings (Five Oh)
Picture my gun, oh what a muthafuckin feelin (I notice you notice)
I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, (Thug life baby) but now legitly
So I laugh til I’m cryin, when the Lord come get me (hahahahaha)
No baby mama drama, nigga missed me (biatch)
Why plant seeds in a dirty bitch waitin’ to trick me
Not a life for me, livin’ carefree til I’m buried
And if they dare me, I’ll bust on them niggas, and will they scurry (buck buck buck)
I’m clearly, a man of military means, and my artillery (outlaw)
Watchin’ over me through every murder scene
From my adolescence, to early teens, tho’ we was gonna die,
Sellin’ dope to all the fiends, sometimes I wanna cry
Still, we try to change the past in vain
Never knowin’ if this game will last, feelin’ the shame
Cocaine, the product of the devil, (fuck that) am I sellin’ my soul
Got a small time livin’ nigga tellin’ me no
I got mine, fuck them other suckas
That’s the mentality, jealous ass bustas makin’ hell for a hustler

[Chorus: Makaveli and Yaki Kadafi over chorus]

Oh Lord, help me change my ways
show a little mercy on judgement day
it ain’t me, I was rasied this way
never let ’em play me for a busta
makin’ hell for a hustler

(If it’s on then it’s on, we break beat-breaks
Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate
to this shit I don’t got, be the shit I gotta take
Dealin with fate, hoping God don’t close the gate
If it’s on then it’s on, we break beat-breaks
Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate
to this shit I don’t got, be the shit I gotta take
Dealin with fate, hoping God don’t close the gate)

[EDI] I wonder how do these cowards be conceived (E.D.I.)
They born into this world, allowed to breathe
While so many real G’s they die secret
But Outlawz, we ride so righteously (eh yo eh yo)
Control the destiny, we mobbin’ with a sight
To see, all together, never separately

[Yaki Kadafi] Is it a criminal hobby
That got me here thinkin’ robbery
Call Oz up the ave uptown back in Cabust
And not a lot of poverty, whether you white like dark
or brown like Bobby, while dime bitches give me body till they open

[Kastro] Now that’s the good of all evil, so tell me what’s the worse
Me deep in my Hearst, stuck in crime like time fly over here
First, waitin’ for credit, contemplatin’ my fate,
And is the Lord comin’, to take me on Judgement Day

[Young Noble] They got the fiends using up beans with dirty blood on a needle
Stranded, blunted in his van, don’t give a damn if you see ’em, get him branded
Most likey I’m a real nigga, so while the 2 Loc,
Five shots will leave yall to live or die

[Napoleon] Well I been hustlin’ off the same block since a little shorty wap
Taped up notts so my socks duckin’ the muthafuckin’ cops
Watch me shop up, and locked up, come back and blow the block up (buck buck buck buck)
Preoccupied with gettin’ my cheese and fuck the process

[Chorus: Makaveli and Yaki Kadafi over chorus]

Oh Lord, help me change my ways
show a little mercy on judgement day
it ain’t me, I was rasied this way
never let ’em play me for a busta
makin’ hell for a hustler

(If it’s on then it’s on, we break beat-breaks
Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate
to this shit I don’t got, be the shit I gotta take
Dealin with fate, hoping God don’t close the gate
If it’s on then it’s on, we break beat-breaks
Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate
to this shit I don’t got, be the shit I gotta take
Dealin with fate, hoping God don’t close the gate)

[Makaveli] No insanity plead from me, I rock the beef til I burn (hahahahahahahaha)
Censor me and bar your kids from the lessons I learned
And in turn I’m hostile, guess you can call me anti
social nigga shakin’ like they caught the holy ghost
When I approach
Try to politic before I smoke ’em, like Sun Tzu
Niggas doin’ to these snitches, before it’s done to you
And if the cops come arrest me in the evening
best believe they runnin’ 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, (how long will they mourn me?) gettin’ blowed out
High, watch me murder the bird before he testify
Strikes, walking close to my 3rd, I live a trouble life
and if you dream, be apart of my team from Long Beach to Queens
Drug dealers to ex-fiends
Keep yo eyes on the prize, nigga watch for bustas
either heaven or jail, it’s still hell for a hustler…

[Chorus: Makaveli and Yaki Kadafi over chorus]

Oh Lord, help me change my ways
show a little mercy on judgement day
it ain’t me, I was rasied this way
never let ’em play me for a busta
makin’ hell for a hustler

(If it’s on then it’s on, we break beat-breaks
Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate
to this shit I don’t got, be the shit I gotta take
Dealin with fate, hoping God don’t close the gate
If it’s on then it’s on, we break beat-breaks
Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate
to this shit I don’t got, be the shit I gotta take
Dealin with fate, hoping God don’t close the gate)

[Makaveli talking + saying westside] This is how we ride, not knowin if we’ll live or die
Catch me rollin with my muthafuckin guns on my side
Incase of drama I’m the first to break why do we all die?

This is how we ride, not knowin if we’ll live or die
Catch me rollin with my muthafuckin guns on my side
Incase of drama I’m the first to break why do we all die? (OUTLAW BABY)

[And it don’t stop and it dont quit(during Makaveli talking]

Yes, yes, and black jesus got us through this one
Weary weary weary weary weary (aiite)
Only god can save us, nothin but boss playaz
Outlaws and THUGS, no time for drugs
Now the rap game similar to the crack game (hahahaha)
My enemies plantin seeds, my feud plays to the end
Outlaw (rough rugged and raw)
Jay z Gay z die slow, mobb deep you sleep, die slow
Yes, biggie, piggie, puffy nuttin die slow (hahaha)
We aint quittin, nigga aint stoppin
War, war nigga, yeah yeahh
All my niggaz rob and don’t stop
Sure, my name is Tupac, Makaveli with thug life across my belly
All my niggas with they name on they neck
give us respect or die and get chin checked, WestSide
Deathrow
Outlaw
Word up

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