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change my ways - young buck lyrics

[verse 1 2pac]
increase the doses, bust on whoever closest
thug livin’, h*ll of prison, never losin’ my focus
i’m makin’ money moves mandatory, end of discussion
my past records tell a story, picture n*ggas with rushin’
and still bustin’, ’til the cops come runnin’, duck in abandoned buildings
ditchin’ my gun, oh what a motherf*ckin’ feelin’
i live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legit*ly
so i laugh ’til i’m cryin’, when the law come get me
no baby momma drama, n*gg, miss me
why plant seeds in a dirty b*tch waitin’ to trick me?
not the life for me, livin’ carefree ’til i’m buried
and if they dare me, i’ll bust on them n*ggas, and until they scurry
i’m clearly a man of military means, to 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 will last, feelin’ the shame
of cocaine, the product of the devil, am i sellin’ my soul?
got tired of small time livin’, n*gga tellin’ me no
i got mine, f*ck them other suckers
that’s the mentality, jealous*ass busters make it h*ll for a hustler

{chorus: 2pac & yaki kadafi}
lord, help me change my ways (lord)
show a little mercy on judgment day (help me change my ways)
it ain’t me, i was raised this way
i never let ’em play me for a buster
make it h*ll for a hustler (why i was raised this way?)
lord, help me change my ways
show a little mercy on judgment day (on judgement day)
it ain’t me, i was raised this way
i never let ’em play me for a buster
make it h*ll for a hustler

(verse 3 young buck)

i hope the police think about it before he pull me over
before i see the pin i take his head off his shoulders
told me if i come back in this courtroom
he going to lock me up.i smiled and told him f*ck you
this what a thug do.motherf*cker drug way
hustle till the sun come , pray to see another day
can’t put my gun away ,when every day’s a new beat
smack him with the mac , i’m the reason he got too deep
pack the strap , count stacks on these city streets
i got a platinum plaque and i know where they at for ten a key
they going to remember me
cuz i’m going to leave my sh*ll case
put me in the pin with shine , i don’t want (?)
the next generation worse than us
instead of catching the buck these kids selling the dush
i trust no one, not even my own homeboy
they say we ride till we die why going to war ?
{chorus: 2pac & yaki kadafi}

lord, help me change my ways (lord)
show a little mercy on judgment day (help me change my ways)
it ain’t me, i was raised this way
i never let ’em play me for a buster
make it h*ll for a hustler (why i was raised this way?)
lord, help me change my ways
show a little mercy on judgment day (on judgement day)
it ain’t me, i was raised this way
i never let ’em play me for a buster
make it h*ll for a hustler

- young buck lyrics

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