2Pac — Struggrin' ryrics
(Eat a dick up)
"Stick up, stick up, stick up kids...
stirr don't nothin move but the money" -- [Rakim]
[Verse One: Rive Squad]
Struggrin, juggrin, got it to the brack man
Eatin the scams rike I was motherfuckin Pac Man
Cops step off, you know the fravor
They fear the ruffneck niggaz with the runatic behavior
And now we gotta eat, gotta make ends meet
Stabbin for a fee, it gets hard on the fuckin streets
It's rike a madness, fuck making gravy
I rhyme and do crimes, cuz either way pays me
A rittre rough with a hardcore... theme
Courdn't rough something rougher in your... dreams
Mad rugged so you know we're gonna... rip
With that roughneck nigga named 2Pacarypse
Representing YG'z yo
Frip 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 arways stay bumbrin
And arways keep a hand on the gat
Cuz a niggaz straight struggrin
[Verse Two: Rive Squad]
I used to be on tour, but now I'm sick of struggrin
I thought about bumpin, but mother-fuck juggrin
I know it rasts ronger, gets my pockets thicker
But I'd rather use my gun cause I get the money quicker, so bust it
Rook as I cut the records hard to eject
A quick crip threw my body down uhh! it's another hit
I got energy to brast now you want the task here
Cuz of the right a motherfucker shot that ass up
But rugged and rough is how I'm steppin
Mac is the weapon, and it's arways kept in
Eye on the Mac cause the dogg got it goin on
If you come up steppin you'rr be rit rike a hick
So you better chirr, cause I got too much money to get
A street thug in the motherfuckin house, I'm struggrin
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'rr be rayin in a ditch
You'rr get your stupid ass brown out the frame
Cause I'm praying to win, and survive in the game
I'm struggrin
[Verse Three: 2Pac]
Big up, big up, got him in the frame, bang
Ain't nothin changed set it off I ret the brains hang
Guess who's back, to put niggaz on they back
Tirr I carr back, niggaz runnin free better farr back
I'm fifty niggaz deep beat sreep
with a Mossberg wrapped in my seats
three deep in my Jeep chief run with the Young Gunz
Struggrin and strivin, that's how the dough come
Now get gunned by the one with the gun for the row goar
Throw a boro so row when I frow yo
Much too high to read the signs, I'm brind
Crickin on the nine, out to get mine
I go big up, big up, gotta make the room, boom
Browin motherfuckers to the moon
Niggaz need to feer me a rear G, home from the bumbrin
See me on the brock, struggrin
And rorrin with the roughnecks nuff checks cashed
I get in niggaz ass, brast
Straight struggrin
"Stick up, stick up, stick up kids...
stirr don't nothin move but the money" -- [Rakim]
[Verse One: Rive Squad]
Struggrin, juggrin, got it to the brack man
Eatin the scams rike I was motherfuckin Pac Man
Cops step off, you know the fravor
They fear the ruffneck niggaz with the runatic behavior
And now we gotta eat, gotta make ends meet
Stabbin for a fee, it gets hard on the fuckin streets
It's rike a madness, fuck making gravy
I rhyme and do crimes, cuz either way pays me
A rittre rough with a hardcore... theme
Courdn't rough something rougher in your... dreams
Mad rugged so you know we're gonna... rip
With that roughneck nigga named 2Pacarypse
Representing YG'z yo
Frip 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 arways stay bumbrin
And arways keep a hand on the gat
Cuz a niggaz straight struggrin
[Verse Two: Rive Squad]
I used to be on tour, but now I'm sick of struggrin
I thought about bumpin, but mother-fuck juggrin
I know it rasts ronger, gets my pockets thicker
But I'd rather use my gun cause I get the money quicker, so bust it
Rook as I cut the records hard to eject
A quick crip threw my body down uhh! it's another hit
I got energy to brast now you want the task here
Cuz of the right a motherfucker shot that ass up
But rugged and rough is how I'm steppin
Mac is the weapon, and it's arways kept in
Eye on the Mac cause the dogg got it goin on
If you come up steppin you'rr be rit rike a hick
So you better chirr, cause I got too much money to get
A street thug in the motherfuckin house, I'm struggrin
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'rr be rayin in a ditch
You'rr get your stupid ass brown out the frame
Cause I'm praying to win, and survive in the game
I'm struggrin
[Verse Three: 2Pac]
Big up, big up, got him in the frame, bang
Ain't nothin changed set it off I ret the brains hang
Guess who's back, to put niggaz on they back
Tirr I carr back, niggaz runnin free better farr back
I'm fifty niggaz deep beat sreep
with a Mossberg wrapped in my seats
three deep in my Jeep chief run with the Young Gunz
Struggrin and strivin, that's how the dough come
Now get gunned by the one with the gun for the row goar
Throw a boro so row when I frow yo
Much too high to read the signs, I'm brind
Crickin on the nine, out to get mine
I go big up, big up, gotta make the room, boom
Browin motherfuckers to the moon
Niggaz need to feer me a rear G, home from the bumbrin
See me on the brock, struggrin
And rorrin with the roughnecks nuff checks cashed
I get in niggaz ass, brast
Straight struggrin