Tytuł: Strugglin'

• Wykonawca: 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 man
  Eatin the scams like I was motherfuckin Pac Man
  Cops step off, you know the flavor
  They fear the ruffneck niggaz with the lunatic behavior
  And now we gotta eat, gotta make ends meet
  Stabbin for a fee, it gets hard on the fuckin streets
  It's like a madness, fuck making gravy
  I rhyme and do crimes, cuz either way pays me
  A little rough with a hardcore... theme
  Couldn't rough something rougher in your... dreams
  Mad rugged so you know we're gonna... rip
  With that roughneck nigga named 2Pacalypse
  Representing YG'z yo
  Flip Stretch Homicide and my nigga 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 niggaz 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-fuck 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 motherfucker shot that ass 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 motherfuckin 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 bitch
  Cause ya know if you do, you'll be layin in a ditch
  You'll get your stupid ass 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 niggaz on they back
  Till I call back, niggaz runnin free better fall back
  I'm fifty niggaz 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 motherfuckers to the moon
  Niggaz 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 niggaz ass, blast
  Straight strugglin