[2Pac] 
Get on yo' knees [bad word] 
Get on yo' knees and pray 

Huh, increase the doses, bustin whoever closest 
Thug livin, [bad word] or prison, never losin my focus 
I'm makin money moves manditory 
In a discussion my past records tell a story 
Picture niggaz [bad word] and still bustin 
til the cops [bad word]  duck in abandoned buildings 
Ditchin my gun, oh boy, the [bad word] villain 
I live the lifestyles of [bad word] dealers, but now legitly 
So I laugh til I cry, when the [bad word] get me 
No baby momma drama, [bad word] miss me, why plant seeds 
in a dirty [bad word]  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 
Cocaine, the product of the devil, am I sellin my soul? 
Got tired of small time livin, niggaz tellin me no 
I got MINE, [bad word] THEM OTHER SUCKERS, that's the mentality 
Jealous [bad word] bustaz, make it [bad word] for us 

 [bad word]  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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 4 a hustler 
So I stay [bad word] 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 [bad word] fo' sho', out in the cold for dough 
What you thought? Foes fall, 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 [bad word] that got us here 

[Young Noble] 
Yo, every step I take, every sell I make 
Every jail I break, every mill' I ate 
Head to head, whoever hustle hardest 
On the block duckin charges, [bad word] [bad word] the sergeant 
He got a job, all my bottles got a pinch of coke 
Listen tho' I'm missin dough I gotta gather mo' 
 [bad word] naw, dead blocks with red tops but now a [bad word] sell words 
for all my young thugs in jail in Jerz 
They made it [bad word] 4 a hustler, I bails high as [bad word] 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 [bad word] 4 a hustler 

 [bad word] 

[2Pac] 
No insanity plea for me, I rather beef til I burn 
Censor me and bar your kids from the lessons I 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 [bad word] arrest me in the evening 
best believe [bad word] for my dogs in the mornin 
And if I die by a slug, the death of a [bad word] 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 trouble life 
And if you dream be a part of my team 
From Long Beach to Queens, [bad word] dealers to ex-fiends 
Keep yo' eyes on the prize, [bad word] watch for bustaz 
Either heaven or jail, it's still [bad word] 4 a hustler 

 [bad word] 

[2Pac] 
This is how we ride 
Not knowin if we'll live or die 
Catch me rollin with my [bad word] guns on my side 
In case of drama, I'm the first to