Strugglin Lyrics
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16; a dick up)<br />"Stick up, stick up, stick up kids...<br />still don't nothin move but the money" -- <em>[Rakim]<br /><br /><em>[Verse One: Live Squad]<br /><br />Strugglin, jugglin, got it to the black man<br />Eatin the scams like I was motherfuckin Pac Man<br />Cops step off, you know the flavor<br />They fear the ruffneck niggaz with the lunatic behavior<br />And now we gotta eat, gotta make ends meet<br />Stabbin for a fee, it gets hard on the fuckin streets<br />It's like a madness, fuck making gravy<br />I rhyme and do crimes, cuz either way pays me<br />A little rough with a hardcore... theme<br />Couldn't rough something rougher in your... dreams<br />Mad rugged so you know we're gonna... rip<br />With that roughneck nigga named 2Pacalypse<br />Representing YG'z yo<br />Flip Stretch Homicide and my nigga Gambino<br />Seek and Po can't forget Money Bags<br />Stickin up spots and jumpin in Jags<br />Gotta get ahead and always stay bumblin<br />And always keep a hand on the gat<br />Cuz a niggaz straight strugglin<br /><br /><em>[Verse Two: Live Squad]<br /><br />I used to be on tour, but now I'm sick of strugglin<br />I thought about bumpin, but mother-fuck jugglin<br />I know it lasts longer, gets my pockets thicker<br />But I'd rather use my gun cause I get the money quicker, so bust it<br />Look as I cut the records hard to eject<br />A quick clip threw my body down uhh! it's another hit<br />I got energy to blast now you want the task here<br />Cuz of the light a motherfucker shot that ass up<br />But rugged and rough is how I'm steppin<br />Mac is the weapon, and it's always kept in<br />Eye on the Mac cause the dogg got it goin on<br />If you come up steppin you'll be lit like a hick<br />So you better chill, cause I got too much money to get<br />A street thug in the motherfuckin house, I'm strugglin<br />Get drunk but I don't think<br />I'm just in it for the money, don't be a punk snitch<br />When I yank up my gun, don't run don't bitch<br />Cause ya know if you do, you'll be layin in a ditch<br />You'll get your stupid ass blown out the frame<br />Cause I'm playing to win, and survive in the game<br />I'm strugglin<br /><br /><em>[Verse Three: 2Pac]<br /><br />Big up, big up, got him in the frame, bang<br />Ain't nothin changed set it off I let the brains hang<br />Guess who's back, to put niggaz on they back<br />Till I call back, niggaz runnin free better fall back<br />I'm fifty niggaz deep beat sleep<br />with a Mossberg wrapped in my seats<br />three deep in my Jeep chief run with the Young Gunz<br />Strugglin and strivin, that's how the dough come<br />Now get gunned by the one with the gun for the low goal<br />Throw a bolo so low when I flow yo<br />Much too high to read the signs, I'm blind<br />Clickin on the nine, out to get mine<br />I go big up, big up, gotta make the room, boom<br />Blowin motherfuckers to the moon<br />Niggaz need to feel me a real G, home from the bumblin<br />See me on the block, strugglin<br />And rollin with the roughnecks nuff checks cashed<br />I get in niggaz ass, blast<br />Straight strugglin<br />