Текст песни 2Pac - Strugglin`
2Pac - Strugglin` слова песни
[Eat a dick up]["Stick up, stick up, stick up kids...still don`t nothin move but the money" -- Rakim]Verse One: Live SquadStrugglin, 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 strugglinVerse Two: Live SquadI 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 strugglinVerse Three: 2PacBig 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