Notorious B.I.G. - Everyday Struggle Lyrics
Chorus: notorious b.i.g. (repeat 2x)I dont wanna live no moSometimes I hear death knockin at my front doIm livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle;Another day, another struggle[notorious b.i.g.]I know how it feel to wake up *****ed upPockets broke as hell, another rock to sellPeople look at you like youse the userSelling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuserBut they dont know about your stress-filled dayBaby on the way mad bills to payThats why you drink tanqueray; so you can reminisceAnd wish, you wasnt livin so devilish, ssshitI remember I was just like youSmokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62sCause g-e-d, wasnt b-i-gI got p-a-i-d, thats why my moms hate meShe was forced to kick me out, no doubtThen I figured out licks went for twenty down southPacked up my tools for my raw power moveGlock nineteen for casket and flower movesFor chumps tryin to stop my flowAnd what they dont know will show on the autopsyWent to see papi, to cop me a brickAsked for some consignment and he wasnt tryin to hear itSmoking mad newports cause Im due in courtFor an assault, that I caught, in bridgeport, new yorkCatch me if you can like the gingerbread manYou better have your gat in hand, cause manChorus[notorious b.i.g.]I had the master planIm in the caravan on my way to marylandWith my man two-tecs to take over this projectsThey call him two-tecs, he tote two tecsAnd when he start to bust he like to ask, whos next?I got my honey on the amtrakWith the crack in the crack of her assTwo pounds of hash in the stashI wait for hon to make some quick cashI told her she could be lieutenant, ***** got gassedAt last, Im literally loungin blackSittin back, countin double digit thousand stacksHad to re-up; see whats up with my peepsToyota deal-a-thon had it cheap on the jeepsSee who got smoked, what rumors was spreadLast I heard I was dead with six to the headThen I got the phone call, it couldnt hit me harderWe got infiltrated, like nino at the carterHeard tec got murdered in a town I never heard ofBy some ***** named alberta over nickel-plated burnersAnd my ***** swear to God she wont snitchI told her when she hit the bricks Ill make the hooker richConspiracy, shell be home in threeUntil then I looks out for the whole familyA true g, thats me, blowing like a bubble;In the everyday struggleChorus[notorious b.i.g.]Im seeing body after body and our mayor guilianiAint tryin to see no black man turn to john gottiMy daughter use a potty so shes older nowEducated street knowledge ima mold er nowTrick a little dough buyin young girls fringesDealin with the dope fiend binges, seein syringesIn the veins; hard to explain, how I maintainThe crack smoke make my brain feel so strangeBreakin days on the set, no sweatDrunk off moet, cant bag yet because its still wetBut when that dry, baggin five at a timeI can clock about nine on the check cashin lineI had the first and the third; rehearse thats my wordThick in the game, ds knew my first nameShould I quit? shit no! even though they had me scaredYo they got a eight, I gotta teck with air holes....and thats just how the shit go in the struggle mother*****er[puff] hah.. cmon.. what you say?Chorus 2x[notorious b.i.g.]Uhh, uhhJunior m.a.f.i.a., right (yeah..)(rock on..)(woo! .. biggie smalls .. right ..)
