(feat. Live Squad)
(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 ^!$$%z 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 hardcore... theme
Couldn't rough something rougher in your... dreams
Mad rugged so you know we're gonna... rip

With that roughneck ^!$$% named 2Pacalypse
Representing YG'z yo
Flip Stretch Homicide and my ^!$$% 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 ^!$$%z 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 $$# 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 (*##$
Cause ya know if you do, you'll be layin in a ditch
You'll get your stupid $$# 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 ^!$$%z on they back
Till I call back, ^!$$%z runnin free better fall back

I'm fifty ^!$$%z 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
^!$$%z 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 ^!$$%z $$#, blast
Straight strugglin