Lyric Strugglin - 2Pac

Lyric Song Strugglin: 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 mother in 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 in streets It s like a madness
making gravy I rhyme and do crimes
cuz either way pays me A little rough with a

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 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 mother er 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 mother in 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 mother ers 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