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(feat. Live Squad)
(Eat a d*ck 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 motherfkin Pac Man
Cops step off, you know the flavor
They fear the ruffneck with the lunatic behavior
And now we gotta eat, gotta make ends meet
Stabbin for a fee, it gets hard on the fkin streets
It's like a madness, fk making gravy
I rhyme and do crimes, cuz either way pays me
A little rough with a hardc*re... theme
Couldn't rough something rougher in your... dreams
Mad rugged so you know we're gonna... rip
With that roughneck nigg* named 2Pacalypse
Representing YG'z yo
Flip Stretch Homicide and my nigg* 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 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-fk 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 motherfker shot that as* 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 motherfkin 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 b*tch
Cause ya know if you do, you'll be layin in a ditch
You'll get your stupid as* 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 on they back
Till I call back, runnin free better fall back
I'm fifty 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 motherfkers to the moon
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 ass, blast
Straight strugglin