[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,