2Pac — Strugglin

[Intro] Eat a dick up [Hook] ["Stick up, stick up, stick up kids... Still don't nothin' move but the money Stick up, stick up, stick up kids... Still don't nothin' move but the money"] [Verse 1: Stretch] 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 niggas 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, 'cause 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 'Cause a niggas straight strugglin' [Hook] ["Stick up, stick up, stick up kids... Still don't nothin' move but the money Stick up, stick up, stick up kids... Still don't nothin' move but the money"] [Verse 2: Majestic] I'm used to being poor, but now I'm sick of strugglin I thought about bumpin, but motherfuck 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 'Cause 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' [Hook] ["Stick up, stick up, stick up kids... Still don't nothin' move but the money Stick up, stick up, stick up kids... Still don't nothin' move but the money"] [Verse 3: 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 niggas on they back Till I [?], niggas running free better fall back I'm fifty niggas deep, beat sleep With a Mossberg wrapped in my sheets 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 Niggas need to feel me a real G, humbin the bumblin See me on the block, strugglin And rollin with the roughnecks 'nuff checks cashed I get in niggas ass, blast Straight strugglin' [Outro] ["Stick up, stick up, stick up kids... Still don't nothin' move but the money Stick up, stick up, stick up kids... Still don't nothin' move but the money Stick up, stick up, stick up kids... Still don't nothin' move but the money Stick up, stick up, stick up kids... Still don't nothin' move but the money"]