2 Pac - Strugglin' Lyrics
[eat a dick up][stick up, stick up, stick up kids...Still dont nothin move but the money -- rakim]Verse one: live squadStrugglin, jugglin, got it to the black manEatin the scams like I was mother*****in pac manCops step off, you know the flavorThey fear the ruffneck niggaz with the lunatic behaviorAnd now we gotta eat, gotta make ends meetStabbin for a fee, it gets hard on the *****in streetsIts like a madness, ***** making gravyI rhyme and do crimes, cuz either way pays meA little rough with a hardcore... themeCouldnt rough something rougher in your... dreamsMad rugged so you know were gonna... ripWith that roughneck nigga named 2pacalypseRepresenting ygz yoFlip stretch homicide and my nigga gambinoSeek and po cant forget money bagsStickin up spots and jumpin in jagsGotta get ahead and always stay bumblinAnd always keep a hand on the gatCuz a niggaz straight strugglinVerse two: live squadI used to be on tour, but now Im sick of strugglinI thought about bumpin, but mother-***** jugglinI know it lasts longer, gets my pockets thickerBut Id rather use my gun cause I get the money quicker, so bust itLook as I cut the records hard to ejectA quick clip threw my body down uhh! its another hitI got energy to blast now you want the task hereCuz of the light a mother*****er shot that ass upBut rugged and rough is how Im steppinMac is the weapon, and its always kept inEye on the mac cause the dogg got it goin onIf you come up steppin youll be lit like a hickSo you better chill, cause I got too much money to getA street thug in the mother*****in house, Im strugglinGet drunk but I dont thinkIm just in it for the money, dont be a punk snitchWhen I yank up my gun, dont run dont *****Cause ya know if you do, youll be layin in a ditchYoull get your stupid ass blown out the frameCause Im playing to win, and survive in the gameIm strugglinVerse three: 2pacBig up, big up, got him in the frame, bangAint nothin changed set it off I let the brains hangGuess whos back, to put niggaz on they backTill I call back, niggaz runnin free better fall backIm fifty niggaz deep beat sleepWith a mossberg wrapped in my seatsThree deep in my jeep chief run with the young gunzStrugglin and strivin, thats how the dough comeNow get gunned by the one with the gun for the low goalThrow a bolo so low when I flow yoMuch too high to read the signs, Im blindClickin on the nine, out to get mineI go big up, big up, gotta make the room, boomBlowin mother*****ers to the moonNiggaz need to feel me a real g, home from the bumblinSee me on the block, strugglinAnd rollin with the roughnecks nuff checks cashedI get in niggaz ass, blastStraight strugglin
