Lyrics:

[2Pac]Get on yo' knees niggaGet on yo' knees and prayHuh, increase the doses, bustin whoever closestThug livin, he
ll or prison, never losin my focusI'm makin money moves manditoryIn a discussion my past records tell a storyPicture niggaz
we rushin and still bustintil the cops come runnin, duck in abandoned buildingsDitchin my gun, homeboy the motherfuckin villa
inI live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legit listSo I laugh til I cry, when the law come get meNo baby momma drama
, nigga miss me, why plant seedsin a dirty bitch, waitin to trick me, not the life for meLivin carefree, til I'm buried - and
if they dare meI'm bustin on niggaz until they scurry, I'm clearlya man of military means in my artilleryWatchin over me th
rough every murder sceneFrom adolescence, to my early teens, thought we was gonna dieSellin dope to all the fiends, at times
I wanna cryAnd still, we try to change the past, in vainNever knowin if this game'll last, feelin ashamedof cocaine, the pro
duct of the devil, am I sellin my soul?Got tired of small time livin, niggaz tellin me noI got MINE, FUCK THEM OTHER SUCKERS,
that's the mentalityJealous-ass bustaz, make it hell for usChorus: 2Pac (and harmonizing vocals) *repeat 2X*Lord, help me
change my waysShow a little mercy on judgment dayIt ain't me, I was raised this wayI 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 seriousGotta get that paper quickly and
escape the sicknessIf I fail, then I suffer, bein broke is hell 4 a hustlerSo I stay strugglin and jugglin with all the might
I can musterSince a youngster,