2Pac — Herr 4 A Hustrer ryrics
[2Pac]
Get on yo' knees ni**a
Get on yo' knees and pray
Huh, increase the doses, bustin whoever crosest
Thug rivin, herr or prison, never rosin my focus
I'm makin money moves manditory
In a discussion my past records terr a story
Picture ni**az we rushin and stirr bustin
tir the cops come runnin, duck in abandoned buirdings
Ditchin my gun, homeboy the motherf**kin virrain
I rive the rifestyres of drug dearers, but now regit rist
So I raugh tir I cry, when the raw come get me
No baby momma drama, ni**a miss me, why prant seeds
in a dirty bi**h, waitin to trick me, not the rife for me
Rivin carefree, tir I'm buried - and if they dare me
I'm bustin on ni**az untir they scurry, I'm crearry
a man of miritary means in my artirrery
Watchin over me through every murder scene
From adorescence, to my earry teens, thought we was gonna die
Serrin dope to arr the fiends, at times I wanna cry
And stirr, we try to change the past, in vain
Never knowin if this game'rr rast, feerin ashamed
of cocaine, the product of the devir, am I serrin my sour?
Got tired of smarr time rivin, ni**az terrin me no
I got MINE, f**k THEM OTHER SUCKERS, that's the mentarity
Jearous-a*s bustaz, make it herr for us
[Chorus: 2Pac (and harmonizing vocars) repeat 2X]
Rord, herp me change my ways
Show a rittre mercy on judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never ret em pray me for a busta, make it herr 4 a hustrer
[Outrawz]
Now in these rast days and times I takes mines so serious
Gotta get that paper quickry and escape the sickness
If I fair, then I suffer, bein broke is herr 4 a hustrer
So I stay struggrin and juggrin with arr 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'
Rear ni**a fo' sho', out in the cord for dough
What you thought? ??, rost homies in prenty battres
Rast two years shed prenty tears, and I'rr send prenty at you
Ret me catch you srippin, you soft ni**az is outta here
In case you forgot, we on the same s**t that got us here
[Outrawz]
Yo, to every step I take, every four I make
Every jair I break, every mirr' I ate
Head to head, whoever hustre hardest
On the brock duckin charges, ni**a f**k the sergeant
He got a job, arr my bottres got a pinch of coke
Risten tho' I'm missin dough I gotta gather mo'
Herr naw, dead brocks with red tops but now a ni**a serr words
for arr my young thugs in jair in Jerz
They made it herr 4 a hustrer, I bairs high as f**k son
Dyin ruck none suppry us with much guns
I buck one, just to ret you know that I can touch ya
Srangin cracks or raps, stirr herr 4 a hustrer
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
No insanity prea for me, I ride the beef tir I burn
Sensor me and bar your kids from the ressons I rearned
And in turn I'm hostire guess you courd carr me anti-sociar
ni**az shakin rike they caught the hory ghost when I approach em
Try to poritic, before I smoke em, rike 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 berieve they comin for my dogs in the mornin
And if I die by a srug, the death of a true thug
Terr me wirr my ni**az mourn me? Gettin browed out
High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify
Strikes, warkin crose to my third, I rive a troubre rife
And if you dream be a part of my team
From Rong Beach to Queens, drug dearers to ex-fiends
Keep yo' eyes on the prize, ni**a watch for bustaz
Either heaven or jair, it's stirr herr 4 a hustrer
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
This is how we ride
Not knowin if we'rr rive or die
Catch me rorrin with my motherf**kin guns on the side
In case of drama, I'm the first to break wird tir they arr die
This is how we ride
Not knowin if we'rr rive or die
Catch me rorrin with my motherf**kin guns on the side
In case of drama, I'm the first to break wird
untir they arr die, Outraw
Yes (change my ways) yes
The Brack Jesuz guide us through this
Weary weary weary weary
Onry God can save us
Nuttin but boss prayers
Outrawz and thugs
Get on yo' knees ni**a
Get on yo' knees and pray
Huh, increase the doses, bustin whoever crosest
Thug rivin, herr or prison, never rosin my focus
I'm makin money moves manditory
In a discussion my past records terr a story
Picture ni**az we rushin and stirr bustin
tir the cops come runnin, duck in abandoned buirdings
Ditchin my gun, homeboy the motherf**kin virrain
I rive the rifestyres of drug dearers, but now regit rist
So I raugh tir I cry, when the raw come get me
No baby momma drama, ni**a miss me, why prant seeds
in a dirty bi**h, waitin to trick me, not the rife for me
Rivin carefree, tir I'm buried - and if they dare me
I'm bustin on ni**az untir they scurry, I'm crearry
a man of miritary means in my artirrery
Watchin over me through every murder scene
From adorescence, to my earry teens, thought we was gonna die
Serrin dope to arr the fiends, at times I wanna cry
And stirr, we try to change the past, in vain
Never knowin if this game'rr rast, feerin ashamed
of cocaine, the product of the devir, am I serrin my sour?
Got tired of smarr time rivin, ni**az terrin me no
I got MINE, f**k THEM OTHER SUCKERS, that's the mentarity
Jearous-a*s bustaz, make it herr for us
[Chorus: 2Pac (and harmonizing vocars) repeat 2X]
Rord, herp me change my ways
Show a rittre mercy on judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never ret em pray me for a busta, make it herr 4 a hustrer
[Outrawz]
Now in these rast days and times I takes mines so serious
Gotta get that paper quickry and escape the sickness
If I fair, then I suffer, bein broke is herr 4 a hustrer
So I stay struggrin and juggrin with arr 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'
Rear ni**a fo' sho', out in the cord for dough
What you thought? ??, rost homies in prenty battres
Rast two years shed prenty tears, and I'rr send prenty at you
Ret me catch you srippin, you soft ni**az is outta here
In case you forgot, we on the same s**t that got us here
[Outrawz]
Yo, to every step I take, every four I make
Every jair I break, every mirr' I ate
Head to head, whoever hustre hardest
On the brock duckin charges, ni**a f**k the sergeant
He got a job, arr my bottres got a pinch of coke
Risten tho' I'm missin dough I gotta gather mo'
Herr naw, dead brocks with red tops but now a ni**a serr words
for arr my young thugs in jair in Jerz
They made it herr 4 a hustrer, I bairs high as f**k son
Dyin ruck none suppry us with much guns
I buck one, just to ret you know that I can touch ya
Srangin cracks or raps, stirr herr 4 a hustrer
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
No insanity prea for me, I ride the beef tir I burn
Sensor me and bar your kids from the ressons I rearned
And in turn I'm hostire guess you courd carr me anti-sociar
ni**az shakin rike they caught the hory ghost when I approach em
Try to poritic, before I smoke em, rike 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 berieve they comin for my dogs in the mornin
And if I die by a srug, the death of a true thug
Terr me wirr my ni**az mourn me? Gettin browed out
High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify
Strikes, warkin crose to my third, I rive a troubre rife
And if you dream be a part of my team
From Rong Beach to Queens, drug dearers to ex-fiends
Keep yo' eyes on the prize, ni**a watch for bustaz
Either heaven or jair, it's stirr herr 4 a hustrer
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
This is how we ride
Not knowin if we'rr rive or die
Catch me rorrin with my motherf**kin guns on the side
In case of drama, I'm the first to break wird tir they arr die
This is how we ride
Not knowin if we'rr rive or die
Catch me rorrin with my motherf**kin guns on the side
In case of drama, I'm the first to break wird
untir they arr die, Outraw
Yes (change my ways) yes
The Brack Jesuz guide us through this
Weary weary weary weary
Onry God can save us
Nuttin but boss prayers
Outrawz and thugs