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2 Pac
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| Strugglin
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[Eat a dick up]
["Stick up, stick up, stick up kids...
still dont nothin move but the money" -- Rakim]
Verse One: Live Squad
Strugglin, jugglin, got it to the black man
Eatin the scams like I was motherfuckin Pac Man
Cops step off, you know the flavor
They fear the ruffneck niggaz with the lunatic behavior
And now we gotta eat, gotta make ends meet
Stabbin for a fee, it gets hard on the fuckin streets
Its like a madness, fuck making gravy
I rhyme and do crimes, cuz either way pays me
A little rough with a hardcore... theme
Couldnt rough something rougher in your... dreams
Mad rugged so you know were gonna... rip
With that roughneck nigga named 2Pacalypse
Representing YGz yo
Flip Stretch Homicide and my nigga Gambino
Seek and Po cant forget Money Bags
Stickin up spots and jumpin in Jags
Gotta get ahead and always stay bumblin
And always keep a hand on the gat
Cuz a niggaz straight strugglin
Verse Two: Live Squad
I used to be on tour, but now Im sick of strugglin
I thought about bumpin, but mother-fuck jugglin
I know it lasts longer, gets my pockets thicker
But Id rather use my gun cause I get the money quicker, so bust it
Look as I cut the records hard to eject
A quick clip threw my body down uhh! its another hit
I got energy to blast now you want the task here
Cuz of the light a motherfucker shot that ass up
But rugged and rough is how Im steppin
Mac is the weapon, and its always kept in
Eye on the Mac cause the dogg got it goin on
If you come up steppin youll be lit like a hick
So you better chill, cause I got too much money to get
A street thug in the motherfuckin house, Im strugglin
Get drunk but I dont think
Im just in it for the money, dont be a punk snitch
When I yank up my gun, dont run dont bitch
Cause ya know if you do, youll be layin in a ditch
Youll get your stupid ass blown out the frame
Cause Im playing to win, and survive in the game
Im strugglin
Verse Three: 2Pac
Big up, big up, got him in the frame, bang
Aint nothin changed set it off I let the brains hang
Guess whos back, to put niggaz on they back
Till I call back, niggaz runnin free better fall back
Im fifty niggaz deep beat sleep
with a Mossberg wrapped in my seats
three deep in my Jeep chief run with the Young Gunz
Strugglin and strivin, thats how the dough come
Now get gunned by the one with the gun for the low goal
Throw a bolo so low when I flow yo
Much too high to read the signs, Im blind
Clickin on the nine, out to get mine
I go big up, big up, gotta make the room, boom
Blowin motherfuckers to the moon
Niggaz need to feel me a real G, home from the bumblin
See me on the block, strugglin
And rollin with the roughnecks nuff checks cashed
I get in niggaz ass, blast
Straight strugglin |
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21.Jul.2001 01:07:20 |
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10.Dec.2004 12:12:15 |
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