[eat a dick up] [stick up, stick up, stick up kids... Still don't 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 It's like a madness, fuck making gravy I rhyme and do crimes, cuz either way pays me A little rough with a hardcore... theme Couldn't rough something rougher in your... dreams Mad rugged so you know we're gonna... rip With that roughneck nigga named 2pacalypse Representing yg'z yo Flip stretch homicide and my nigga gambino Seek and po can't 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 I'm sick of strugglin I thought about bumpin, but mother-fuck jugglin I know it lasts longer, gets my pockets thicker But I'd 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! it's 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 I'm steppin Mac is the weapon, and it's always kept in Eye on the mac cause the dogg got it goin on If you come up steppin you'll be lit like a hick So you better chill, cause I got too much money to get A street thug in the motherfuckin house, I'm strugglin Get drunk but I don't think I'm just in it for the money, don't be a punk snitch When I yank up my gun, don't run don't bitch Cause ya know if you do, you'll be layin in a ditch You'll get your stupid ass blown out the frame Cause I'm playing to win, and survive in the game I'm strugglin
Verse three: 2pac
Big up, big up, got him in the frame, bang Ain't nothin changed set it off I let the brains hang Guess who's back, to put niggaz on they back Till I call back, niggaz runnin free better fall back I'm 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, that's 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, I'm 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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