Hell for a hustler lyrics

Gettin' blowed out High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify Strikes, walkin' close to my third, I live a troubled 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, nigga watch for bustaz' Either heaven or jail, it's still hell 4 a hustler [Chorus: 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, nigga watch for bustaz Either heaven or jail, it's still hell 4 a hustler 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 2Pac This is how we ride Not knowin' if we'll live or die Catch me rollin' with my motherfuckin guns on the side In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild till they all die This is how we ride Not knowin' if we'll live or die Catch me rollin' with my motherfuckin 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 Written by: 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, nigga watch for bustaz Either heaven or jail, it 's still hell 4 a hustler [Chorus] This is how we ride Not knowin' if we 'll live or die Catch me rollin' with my motherfuckin' 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 motherfuckin' 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 Jesus guide us through this Weary weary weary weary Only God can save us Nothin' but boss players Song Discussions is protected by U. War is war, 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 niggaz is outta here In case you forgot, we on the same shit that got us here Young Noble 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, nigga fuck 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 nigga sell words For all my young thugs in jail in Jerz They made it hell 4 a hustler, I bails high as fuck 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 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 2Pac No insanity plea for me, I ride the beef till I burn Censor me and void your kids from the lessons I've learned And in turn I'm hostile guess you could call me anti-social Niggaz shakin like they caught the holy ghost when I approach em Try to politic, before I smoke em, like Sun Zu Niggaz 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 niggaz mourn me? Gettin' blowed out High watch me murder the bird before he testify Strikes walkin' close to my third, I live a troubled 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, nigga watch for bustas Either heaven or jail, it's still hell for a hustler Lord, help me change my ways Lord! 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, 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 nigga fo' sho', out in the cold for dough What you thought? Lord, help me change my ways Show a little mercy on Judgment day on a judgement days It ain't me, I was raised this way I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler [Edi Mean:

Show a little mercy on Judgment day help me change my ways It ain't me, I was raised this way I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler why I was raised this way? There are three major subgenres of bluegrass and one unofficial subgenre. I'm taking these chances My head to the sky My feet on the ground My fingers to the judge if the money don't move And I won't budge No I won't budge no Nall. Bluegrass was inspired by the music of Appalachia. It's blues and jazz, and it has a high lonesome sound. And if your McLaren happens to catch fire after the smashing into said house, it will burn to a crisp, according to Sky News. Bluegrass pioneer Bill Monroe characterized the genre as:

The kids are rolling dice for change sitting on the backyard steps calling Money! I'm taking these chances My head to the sky My feet on the ground My fingers to the judge if the money don't move And I won't budge No I won't budge no Nall. Gettin' blowed out High watch me murder the bird before he testify Strikes walkin' close to my third, I live a troubled 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, nigga watch for bustas Either heaven or jail, it's still hell for a hustler Lord, help me change my ways Lord! The McLaren will lose in every single one of these situations. Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king Shall be So I be who I be That's me, that's Weezy F.