Hell 4 A Hustler (D-Ace Remix)

[Makaveli verse one]
 Huh, increase the doses, bustin whoever closest
 Thug livin, hell or prison, never losin my focus   
 I'm makin money moves mandatory
 End of 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, oh what a [bad word] feelin   
 I live the lifestyles of drug dealers,   
 But now legitly
 So I laugh til I'm cryin, when the law come 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 and my artillery   
 Watchin over me through every murder scene
 From adolescence, to my early teens, though 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 hell for us! 
 
[Makaveli  chorus]
 This is how we ride   Westside
 Not knowin if we'll live or die   Westside
 Catch me rollin with my [bad word] guns on the side   Westside
 In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild   Westside 
 Do we all die   Westside 
 This is how we ride   Westside 
 Not knowin if we'll live or die   Westside 
 Catch me rollin with my [bad word] guns on the side   Westside 
 In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild   Westside 
 until they all die

[Makaveli Verse two]
 No insanity plea from me, I rock the 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 Tzu
 Niggaz do unto these snitches, before it's done to you
 And if the cops come arrest me in the evening
 best believe they runnin 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 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, [bad word] watch for bustaz
 Either heaven or jail, it's still hell 4 a hustler!

[Makaveli chorus]

 This is how we ride   Westside
 Not knowin if we'll live or die   Westside
 Catch me rollin with my [bad word] guns on the side   Westside
 In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild   Westside 
 Do we all die   Westside 
 This is how we ride   Westside 
 Not knowin if we'll live or die   Westside 
 Catch me rollin with my [bad word] guns on the side   Westside 
 In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild   Westside 
 until they all die, Outlaw!, baby!