(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
Chorus – 2X]
Y’all niggaz know (wut wut y’all niggaz know, know what I’m about)
Y’all niggaz know, find me at my do’ then the guns come out
[Verse 1]
I do this all the time, stuck with a little shine
Walk with a little nine, case I get in a bind
They say I’m fuckin’ crazy, they think I’m out my mind
Cause I’m down to bust a nigga head all the time
Now you know the hoes, they know how I roll
In that new Rolls with the suicide doors
22 inch chrome, a nigga money low
You try to touch me, I put out ya get ya brains blown
You go against the grain, pussy and you on ya own
You right there in my zone, welcome to the terridome
The ice blowin’ my chain, blood blow in my veins
Blue still in the range, I’m doin’ my thang
The semi auto spray, run if you get away
I’ll find your whereabouts and clap at you another day
nigga play with the bread, get a hole in ya head
You touch a dime of mine thug and your ass dead
[Chorus - 2X]
[Verse 2]
In the hood, hoopty, hat low, niggaz don’t know I’m around
Hop out, hit ‘em up, lay my murder game down
You see me in ya projects, 187′s in progress
Hard niggaz finna’ soften up when that lead touch ‘em
You cut ‘em once and keep fight, fuck it just keep cuttin’ em
Its real killa instinct, kill or be killed
Trust me, you don’t wanna feel how hollow tips feel
Fuck around and get ya cap peeled
nigga you know the drill, Brownsville
Flat bush, ground heights, Brooklyn Zoo
Feed the wolves, they eat the food
And they ?? fathom too
nigga welcome to the jungle, New York New York
Gangstas who sign language and let their guns talk
Look homie, I’m cool with some bloods, I’m cool with some crips
I’m cool but if there’s a problem, nigga I got extra clips
I don’t know karate, but I split the bricks
I don’t love ‘em loverboy, we the shit bitch
[Chorus - 2X]
Y’all niggaz know (wut wut y’all niggaz know, know what I’m about)
Y’all niggaz know, find me at my do’ then the guns come out
[Verse 3]
I’ll come through and touch ya, walk out then cut ya
In case your dumbass wanna tussle
AR-15, co-exist to make the shell case muffle
Scope, infra-red, run you’re still dead
Hit your calf, hit your ass, hit ya back, then your head
Contract killa, murder for the scrilla
Search, find a nigga, run up behind a nigga
Shoot car windows out to flatline a nigga
Gun pop, heart stop, homie this is heavy
You on your way to meet your maker, nigga are you ready
No exception to the rule, death is promised
Plus I just bought my niggaz new macs and llamas
Got respect for you, my knife will acommodate you
One phone call and niggaz will exterminate you
No future fuckin’ with me, there’s no tomorrow
niggaz’ll run up on you tonight and hit ya the hardest
[Chorus - 2X]
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The sounds bounce around
The noise just drowns me out
To fast to focus, nothing is showing
Any sign of slowing down
Dreams feed to me
In the form of a magazine
I can’t control it, channels have chosen
What I’m supposed to be
It’s hopeless
As far as I can see
There’s no rest
‘Cause we’re stuck on repeat
Stand here and wait for the world to finally stop
Running in place, chasing after what we
Don’t need, keep running
I’ll stand here and wait for the world
Bright flashing lights
The ads just fill me eyes
Colors colliding, voices inviting
Me to buy a better life
She speaks to me
He knows just what I mean
I can’t control it, I have to own it
Everything is made of green
It’s hopeless
As far as I can see
There’s no rest
‘Cause we’re stuck on repeat
Stand here and wait for the world to finally stop
Running in place, chasing after what we
Don’t need, keep running
I’ll stand here and wait for the world
For the world to finally stop
Chasing after what we want
Take it all away, flush it all away
We won’t change
I’ll stand here and wait for the world to finally stop
Running in place, chasing after what we
Don’t need, keep running
I’ll stand here and wait for the world
For the world to stop
For the world to stop
For the world to stop
For the world to finally stop



