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(Eat a dick up)"Stick up, stick up, stick up kids Still don't nothin' move but the money"Strugglin', jugglin', got it to the black manEatin' the scams like I was motherfuckin' Pac ManCops step off, you know the flavorThey fear the roughneck niggas with the lunatic behaviorAnd now we gotta eat, gotta make ends meetStabbin' for a fee, it gets hard on the fuckin' streetsIt's like a madness, fuck making gravyI rhyme and do crimes, 'cause either way pays meA little rough with a hardcore themeCouldn't rough something rougher in your dreamsMad rugged so you know we're gonna ripWith that roughneck nigga named 2PacalypseRepresenting YG'z yoFlip Stretch Homicide and my nigga GambinoSeek and Po can't forget Money BagsStickin' up spots and jumpin' in JagsGotta get ahead and always stay bumblin'And always keep a hand on the gatLetras de canciones'cause a niggas straight strugglin'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 thickerBut I'd 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 uh! it's another hitI got energy to blast now you want the task here'cause of the light a motherfucker shot that ass upBut rugged and rough is how I'm steppin'Mac is the weapon, and it's always kept inEye on the Mac 'cause the dogg got it goin' onIf you come up steppin' you'll be lit like a hickSo you better chill, 'cause I got too much money to getA street thug in the motherfuckin' house, I'm strugglin'Get drunk but I don't thinkI'm just in it for the money, don't be a punk snitchWhen I yank up my gun, don't run don't bitchCause ya know if you do, you'll be layin' in a ditchYou'll get your stupid ass blown out the frameCause I'm playing to win, and survive in the gameI'm strugglin'Big up, big up, got him in the frame, bangAin't nothin' changed set it off I let the brains hangGuess who's back, to put niggas on they backTill I call back, niggas runnin' free better fall backI'm fifty niggas deep beat sleepWith a Mossberg wrapped in my seatsThree deep in my Jeep chief run with the Young GunzStrugglin' and strivin', that's 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, I'm blindClickin' on the nine, out to get mineI go big up, big up, gotta make the room, boomBlowin' motherfuckers to the moonNiggas need to feel me a real G, home from the bumblin'See me on the block, strugglin'And rollin' with the roughnecks 'nough checks cashedI get in niggas ass, blastStraight strugglin
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"Strugglin'" as written by Tupac Amaru Shakur, Kevin Rhames, Randy Walker, Christopher Walker
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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