[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 mandatory
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, homeboy the [bad word] villain
I live the lifestyles of [bad word] dealers, but now legitless
So I laugh til I'm cryin, 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
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, [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?  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 [bad word] 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, [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 ride the beef til 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 [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 the side
In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild til they all
di