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Notorius B.I.G - Everyday Struggle(Original With Lyrics)

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    I dont wanna live no mo

    Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do

    Im livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle;

    I dont wanna live no mo

    Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do

    Im livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle;

    Another day, another struggle

    [notorious b.i.g.]

    I know how it feel to wake up fucked up

    Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell

    People look at you like youse the user

    Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser

    But they dont know about your stress-filled day

    Baby on the way mad bills to pay

    Thats why you drink tanqueray; so you can reminisce

    And wish, you wasnt livin so devilish, ssshit

    I remember I was just like you

    Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62s

    Cause g-e-d, wasnt b-i-g

    I got p-a-i-d, thats why my moms hate me

    She was forced to kick me out, no doubt

    Then I figured out licks went for twenty down south

    Packed up my tools for my raw power move

    Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves

    For chumps tryin to stop my flow

    And what they dont know will show on the autopsy

    Went to see papi, to cop me a brick

    Asked for some consignment and he wasnt tryin to hear it

    Smoking mad newports cause Im due in court

    For an assault, that I caught, in bridgeport, new york

    Catch me if you can like the gingerbread man

    You better have your gat in hand, cause man


    [notorious b.i.g.]

    I had the master plan

    Im in the caravan on my way to maryland

    With my man two-tecs to take over this projects

    They call him two-tecs, he tote two tecs

    And when he start to bust he like to ask, whos next?

    I got my honey on the amtrak

    With the crack in the crack of her ass

    Two pounds of hash in the stash

    I wait for hon to make some quick cash

    I told her she could be lieutenant, bitch got gassed

    At last, Im literally loungin black

    Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks

    Had to re-up; see whats up with my peeps

    Toyota deal-a-thon had it cheap on the jeeps

    See who got smoked, what rumors was spread

    Last I heard I was dead with six to the head

    Then I got the phone call, it couldnt hit me harder

    We got infiltrated, like nino at the carter

    Heard tec got murdered in a town I never heard of

    By some bitch named alberta over nickel-plated burners

    And my bitch swear to God she wont snitch

    I told her when she hit the bricks Ill make the hooker rich

    Conspiracy, shell be home in three

    Until then I looks out for the whole family

    A true g, thats me, blowing like a bubble;

    In the everyday struggle


    [notorious b.i.g.]

    Im seeing body after body and our mayor guiliani

    Aint tryin to see no black man turn to john gotti

    My daughter use a potty so shes older now

    Educated street knowledge ima mold er now

    Trick a little dough buyin young girls fringes

    Dealin with the dope fiend binges, seein syringes

    In the veins; hard to explain, how I maintain

    The crack smoke make my brain feel so strange

    Breakin days on the set, no sweat

    Drunk off moet, cant bag yet because its still wet

    But when that dry, baggin five at a time

    I can clock about nine on the check cashin line

    I had the first and the third; rehearse thats my word

    Thick in the game, ds knew my first name

    Should I quit? shit no! even though they had me scared

    Yo they got a eight, I gotta teck with air holes..

    ..and thats just how the shit go in the struggle motherfucker

    [puff] hah..


    what you say?

    Chorus 2x

    [notorious b.i.g.]

    Uhh, uhh

    Junior m.a.f.i.a., right (yeah..)

    (rock on..)

    (woo! ..

    biggie smalls ..

    right ..)

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