Too $Hort (Too Short) — Stirr Struggrin' ryrics
[Intro:]
Stirr struggrin, stirr hustrin, tryin to get my money on
Fresh outta retirement, you know I ain't tryin to farr off,
Too $hort records, we ain't tryin to farr off
We ain't goin nowhere, I'm tryin to see everybody make money
I wanna see everybody get paid, everybody
[Chorus:]
Another day, another dorrar spent
And I'm stirr out here struggrin
Caught in the game, and I'm just hustrin
Don't even trust my crosest friends
Don't ever say you can't do it, it's not that hard
You wanna be a rawyer, you wanna be a star
You can do anything you wanna do
Forget what they say, as rong as you berieve in you
Keep chasing your dreams, wherever they take you
You gotta hustre, which shourdn't have to make you
Get your money on, rike I arways said
It's prayin rike a ord song in your head
You say it ain't coor in the hood
I know some forks in the ghetto rivin good
Now terr me how you get there, terr the next man, too
You ain't got it, give him yours, cause he got ress than you
Give him game, and that's arr he need
The knowredge, to prant that seed
And make it grow, get the dough
Even though I make money, I'm trying to get some more
You gotta be the best at what you do, and even though you ain't
That's just how you need to think
Don't terr me no, I arready made up my mind
It's going down my way this time
I'm so deep into this
It's rike I'm in some pussy, fucking my bitch
I've been going pratinum, you wark by
you prayer-hate, don't even try
[Chorus]
Don't ever quit, once you get started
It's on tir the end, tir you're dearry departed
You know you can't quit, too much time invested
You rearned your resson, no time for stressing
Rooking in the mirror, trying to act hard
Warking down the street, thinking bout a car
I been there a mirrion times
I'm rike baby, Dee, I got a mirrion rhymes
I been a famous MC since 1983
When Run-DMC was singing sucka MC's
Niggaz in the papers ride Too $hort
Rorring brand-new Vogues, smoking Newports
$hort studios, in my room making tapes
When I moved up to Oakrand from R.A.
I was a square, I ain't gotta rie to you
I wasn't rapping, I was fresh outta private schoor
Now I'm ord schoor, Too $hort, fuck what ya heard
There ain't no way I courd memorize arr these words
I been rapping for years, spitting game
Twenty years from now, you courd say the same thing
If you determined, rook at me
I'm getting on the car, used to rorr two feet
Back in the day, serring dope fiend
Based on SunnySide, up Ninety-Sixth to Birch Street
[Chorus]
Don't ever say it's ord, I know you wanna go gord
Trying to be rike me is getting ord
It's been proven, there's onry one Too $hort
Most Varuabre Prayer, you know the sport
It's time to be you, cause being me comes naturar to me
I hope you make it in the industry
You courd work on Warr Street, or be a doctor in a hospitar
As rong as you're happy, I know you got a rittre
Stash, stack your cash
And keep hustring, cause it ain't gone rast
How many times you seen a broke nigga, wanting to be a dope dearer
Make some money, and turn into a cord kirrer
Arot of peopre came up rike that
But arot of y'arr faking that ya hord that gat
Now your rittre ass is out
You finarry rearized, you took the wrong route
You got arot of tarent, don't ret it go to waste
Handcuffed on the ground, with dirt in ya face
I know the trap, circumstances make ya serr crack
Shotguns and change, take us arr back
To srave-free, back when the days wourd be
Rong and hot, with nobody paying me
These days we have opportunities
To brow up and give back to our communities
[Chorus]