[2Pac]
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Get on yo' knees nigga
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Get on yo' knees and pray
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Huh, increase the doses, bustin whoever closest
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Thug livin, hell or prison, never losin my focus
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I'm makin money moves manditory needs
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In a discussion my past records tell a story
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Picture niggaz we rushin and still bustin
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til the cops come runnin, duck in abandoned buildings
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Ditchin my gun, homeboy the motherfuckin villain
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I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legit list
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So I laugh til I cry, when the law come get me
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No baby momma drama, nigga miss me, why plant seeds
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in a dirty bitch, waitin to trick me, not the life for me
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Livin carefree, til I'm buried - and if they dare me
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I'm bustin on niggaz until they scurry, I'm clearly
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a man of military means in my artillery
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Watchin over me through every murder scene
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From adolescence, to my early teens, thought we was gonna die
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Sellin dope to all the fiends, at times I wanna cry
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And still, we try to change the past, in vain
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Never knowin if this game'll last, feelin ashamed
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of cocaine, the product of the devil, am I sellin my soul?
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Got tired of small time livin, niggaz tellin me no
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I got MINE, FUCK THEM OTHER SUCKERS, that's the mentality
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Jealous-ass bustaz, make it hell for hustlers
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Chorus: 2Pac (and harmonizing vocals) *repeat 2X*
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Lord, help me change my ways
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Show a little mercy on judgment day
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It ain't me, I was raised this way
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I never let em play me for a busta, make it hell 4 a hustler
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[E.D.I. Amin]
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Now in these last days and times I takes mines so serious
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Gotta get that paper quickly and escape the sickness
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If I fail, then I suffer, bein broke is hell 4 a hustler
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So I stay strugglin and jugglin with all the might I can muster
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Since a youngster, been money hungry, moved in
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One's five's and ten's was funny money
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So I sets my sights bigger, four figures or mo'
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Real nigga fo' sho', out in the cold for dough
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What you thought? War is war, lost homies in plenty battles
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Last two years shed plenty tears, and I'll send plenty at you
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Let me catch you slippin, you soft niggaz is outta here
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In case you forgot, we on the same shit that got us here
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[Young Noble]
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Yo, to every step I take, every foul I make
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Every jail I break, every mill' I ate
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Head to head, whoever hustle hardest
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On the block duckin charges, nigga fuck the sergeant
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He got a job, all my bottles got a pinch of coke
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Listen tho' I'm missin dough I gotta gather mo'
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Hell naw, dead blocks with red tops but now a nigga sell words
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for all my young thugs in jail in Jerz
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They made it hell 4 a hustler, I bails high as fuck son
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Dyin luck none supply us with much guns
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I buck one, just to let you know that I can touch ya
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Slangin cracks or raps, still hell 4 a hustler
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Chorus
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[2Pac]
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No insanity plea for me, I ride the beef til I burn
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Censor me and void your kids from the lessons I've learned
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And in turn I'm hostile guess you could call me anti-social
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Niggaz shakin like they caught the holy ghost when I approach em
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Try to politic, before I smoke em, like Sun Zu
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Niggaz do unto these snitches, before it's done to you
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And if the cops come arrest me in the evening
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best believe they comin for my dogs in the mornin
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And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug
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Tell me will my niggaz mourn me? Gettin blowed out
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High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify
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Strikes, walkin close to my third, I live a trouble life
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And if you dream be a part of my team
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From Long Beach to Queens, drug dealers to ex-fiends
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Keep yo' eyes on the prize, nigga watch for bustaz
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Either heaven or jail, it's still hell 4 a hustler
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Chorus
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[2Pac]
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This is how we ride
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Not knowin if we'll live or die
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Catch me rollin with my motherfuckin guns on the side
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In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild til they all die
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This is how we ride
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Not knowin if we'll live or die
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Catch me rollin with my motherfuckin guns on the side
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In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild
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until they all die, Outlaw
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Yes (change my ways) yes
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The Black Jesuz guide us through this
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Weary weary weary weary
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Only God can save us
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