Lirik Lagu Strugglin' - 2Pac
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[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 manEatin the scams like I was motherfuckin 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 fuckin streetsIt's like a madness, fuck making gravyI rhyme and do crimes, cuz 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 bumblinAnd always keep a hand on the gatCuz a niggaz straight strugglin
Verse Two: Live Squad
I used to be on tour, but now I'm sick of strugglinI thought about bumpin, but mother-fuck jugglinI 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 uhh! it's another hitI got energy to blast now you want the task hereCuz of the light a motherfucker shot that ass upBut rugged and rough is how I'm steppinMac 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 strugglinGet 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
Verse Three: 2Pac
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 niggaz on they backTill I call back, niggaz runnin free better fall backI'm fifty niggaz 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 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
Verse One: Live Squad
Strugglin, jugglin, got it to the black manEatin the scams like I was motherfuckin 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 fuckin streetsIt's like a madness, fuck making gravyI rhyme and do crimes, cuz 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 bumblinAnd always keep a hand on the gatCuz a niggaz straight strugglin
Verse Two: Live Squad
I used to be on tour, but now I'm sick of strugglinI thought about bumpin, but mother-fuck jugglinI 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 uhh! it's another hitI got energy to blast now you want the task hereCuz of the light a motherfucker shot that ass upBut rugged and rough is how I'm steppinMac 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 strugglinGet 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
Verse Three: 2Pac
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 niggaz on they backTill I call back, niggaz runnin free better fall backI'm fifty niggaz 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 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
