(2Pac) Get on yo' knees ni**a 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 ni**az we rushin and still bustin Til the cops come runnin, duck in abandoned buildings Ditchin my gun, homeboy the motherf**kin 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, ni**a miss me, why plant seeds In a dirty bi**h, waitin to trick me, not the life for me Livin carefree, til I'm buried - and if they dare me I'm bustin on ni**az 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, ni**az tellin me no I got MINE, f**k THEM OTHER SUCKERS, that's the mentality Jealous-a*s 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 (Outlawz) 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 ni**a 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 slippin, you soft ni**az is outta here In case you forgot, we on the same s**t that got us here (Outlawz) 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, ni**a f**k 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 ni**a sell words For all my young thugs in jail in Jerz They made it hell 4 a hustler, I bails high as f**k 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 Sensimilla bar your kids from the lessons I learned And in turn I'm hostile guess you could call me anti-social Ni**az shakin like they caught the holy ghost when I approach em Try to politic, before I smoke em, like Sun Zu Ni**az 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 ni**az 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, ni**a 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 motherf**kin 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 motherf**kin 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