Busta Rhymes - Been Through The Storm INSTRUMENTAL

Instrumental for yall, g'head, kick ya rhymes wrote some lyrics for this for a while ', for English class. [Verse 1] Little Jay slum district where the streets are full of tramps and gun toters had three sisters were born, it seems that his eldest son died and let his mother saw him until his father was raised arms, sold drugs and murder was wrong for budding LURKIN intentionally merked His intention was that his life not worth living, was ruined and sheDoes not deserve to be sat down and told him Jay, not me. "Once in, things are different than what you robbed your freedom to see you get, you make enemies, you'll be cold and you still 't like to dispel your feelings, you feel only apathy worry because "Whatever happens happens, G 'I hope one day you will hear from me, but it is up to you what we grow to become [Chorus] to seek advice from those who are willing to teach Learnin life is lessmilder parts of the wisdom of the seed, and will be perfect or at least get to learn from others' mistakes were made, now take the rubbage and a new solution for you and maintain renewal, reuse, the benefit of all Verse [ 2], now part of a gang or a family as Jay would say the neighborhood Runnin with the GATS, and baseball bats escapin Jakes, missions and shit like raisins Livin luxury wreckin ghettofabulous Killin future husbands and familiesHe ...

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2PAC-Hell 4 A Hustler (Instrumental)

Hell 4 A Hustler (Instrumental) Lyrics ... "Hell 4 A Hustler" [2Pac] Get on yo knees nigga on yo 'knees and pray Get Huh, increase the doses, bustin some more, Thug livin, hell or prison, never lose my focus shifts are makin money is manditory In a discussion my past records tell a story through images and moving us niggaz still runnin bustin til the cops come, duck in abandoned buildings Ditchin my gun, Homeboy motherfuckin villain I live the lifestyle of drug dealers, but now legit list So I haveLaugh and cry to myself when reading GET ME No drama baby mama, nigga miss me, why plant seeds in a dirty bitch, trick waiting for me, not the life for me Livin carefree, until I'm buried - and if I dare niggaz bustin until you are quick, are clearly a man of military means in my artillery Watchin over me in every scene of the crime from adolescence, to my early youth, we thought it was going to die Sellin dope all the devils, sometimes I want to cry And still, we try to change the past, in vainNot knowing if this game'll feelin ashamed of cocaine last year, the product of the devil, I'm Sellin my soul? Tired livin, ni ** az tellin little time I am not my own, f ** k them other SUCKERS, that's the mentality Jealous-a * s bustaz, make it hell for us [Chorus: 2Pac voice (and harmonization) repeat 2x] Lord, help me my chance to show a little mercy on the Day of Judgement is not me, I was so I never let em play me for a raised Busta, make it hell 4 a Hustler [Outlawz] Now, in recent...

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