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Secretz of War (Instrumental)
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2PAC 4 LIFE!!!
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2PAC 4 LIFE!!!
![2PAC- Hell 4 A Hustler (Instrumental)
Hell 4 A Hustler (Instrumental)
Lyrics...
Hell 4 A Hustler
[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
Im 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 Im buried - and if they dare me
Im bustin on niggaz until they scurry, Im 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 gamell 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, thats 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 aint 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
Ones fives and tens 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 Ill 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 Im 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
Sensor me and bar your kids from the lessons I learned
And in turn Im 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 its 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, its still hell 4 a hustler
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
This is how we ride
Not knowin if well live or die
Catch me rollin with my motherf**kin guns on the side
In case of drama, Im the first to break wild til they all die
This is how we ride
Not knowin if well live or die
Catch me rollin with my motherf**kin guns on the side
In case of drama, Im 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 2PAC- Hell 4 A Hustler (Instrumental)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/oGvKpwJKWLs/mqdefault.jpg)
![2PAC- Homeboyz (instrumental)
Homeboyz (instrumental)
Lyrics....
[2Pac]
Oh shit, caught that nigga alone
Aint that a bitch
Hey, uh, this one here is, uhh
for them niggaz that be Johnny Dangerous when they be fuckin fifty deep
But they be fuckin cowards when they by theyselves
You know who Im talkin about
(You know who Im talkin about) thats right
You aint shit without your homeboys
You aint shit without your homeboys
You aint shit without your homeboys
Now
Now everytime I see you cats is rollin in packs
For the life of me I cannot see why you dont know how to act
Love to clown when you deep, but when you on that solo creep
out on the streets you dont hear a peep
Nigga its a god damn shame, somebody explain
why they sent a Bad Boy to play a grown mans game
Tear that ass out the frame, completely get that ass kicked
Woke up on the street but youll be sleepin in the casket
How long will it last, nigga dont ask, just be first to blast
Outlaw on the mash tryin to be the first to see some cash
My shits classic, like my nigga Nate
Go get the tape, we keep the nation anticipatin until we break
Money made me evil, court cases got me stressed
Niggaz aimin at my head but I still wear my vest
I dont give a fuck motherfuckers Im loc
They all duckin when my gun smoke
cause you aint shit without your homeboys
You probably run at the sound of funk
I give a fuck, you niggaz is punks
Without your homeboys, you be the first to reach in your trunk
You scary niggaz is punks, you aint shit without your homeboys
Nigga, punk ass motherfucker
You aint shit without your homeboys
Throw your hands up you little trick, coward motherfucker
[Young Noble]
Like Yak said, how the fuck you gonna shoot me rocks
When you got the Outlaw Pac shittin ya box
You was lookin real weak walkin down the street
Now a nigga thirty deep, oh you wanna beef
Talk cheap, shoot a nigga the fair one
Your homies like fuck it, whats this you the only scared one
(faggot ass) Damn son, close call I bet
Now down around the way you gets no respect
They like that Outlaw nigga played you out
We could have took it to the firfth I would I have laid you out
Niggaz be actin all different when they dogs come around
Watch em act like bitches when Outlawz draw down
They all clown, better yet they all stunned
You the type to have a gun and never blazed it once
Get yall banana split, you aint Emmanuel
Outlawz youll never forget
Makaveli the Don get a call yall
Turnin these streets into Vietnam
Where your homeboys, homeboy
[2Pac]
You aint shit without your homeboys
My thug niggaz, I love niggaz
From small time crooks to big-time drug dealers
My homeboys, the only thing a nigga got left
I love my niggaz to death, we aint shit without our homeboys
.. You know what time it is
I aint shit without my homeboys
Hey, tell em the story how you came up nigga
Now I was born alone, took my first joint and I got high alone
Now Im an Outlaw nigga, I never die alone
Me and my niggaz is so close, its complicated
One nigga smokin and drinkin, and yet we all faded
My nigga Edi had a son we all happy
Cause now that little ridah got to deal with eight daddies
My niggaz cry, we all cry, and all ride
To rectify the problem, motherfuckers they all die
Been tryin to make a million, by hustlin since my adolescense
From crack dealin to rap villian, my new profession
Who wanna see me at eight deep, fuck 3D
You coward ass motherfuckersll never see me
Bustin with automatic straps, my raw raps like good crack
Niggaz fiendin, I got em comin back
Until I die, they label me as a ridah
Forever, my niggaz be together
Aint shit without your homeboys
Thug niggaz I love niggaz
From small time crooks to big-time drug dealers
Without your homeboys, the only thing a nigga got left
I love my niggaz to death
We aint shit without our homeboys
(without our homeboys)
Love my niggaz to death
We aint shit without our homeboys
Love you niggaz to death
2Pac 4 Life 2PAC- Homeboyz (instrumental)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/oY4clfjbFYM/mqdefault.jpg)








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