Lyrics:
I’m fuckin' with bitches with
Scars and bullet wounds
Live in that Ferrari, sleep in it like a tomb
Soo Woo straight up out my mama womb, nigga
I'm in
cruise control
Out blow by the window in the do'
til the point that it might make you lose control
3-oh-4's slow your roll, gimme that dough you know
to be black, whether a man or girl
We still strugglin', in this white man's world
[Chorus]
We must fight, for brother Mumia
We must fight, for
Finger on the trigger, nigga, hand on my nine
Smokin' blunts of skunk, making holes in punks
And only underground funk pumpin' outta my trunk
Live
on the money, fuck friends
Got my family beside me, right by me till I'm dead
Make profit, stay solid, never strugglin' again noooo
No more sorrow, my heart
belt
You a simple minded creature, playin in the rain
Or a Mediocre wrestler strugglin to entertain
Ignorance is bliss, live by the code name
Shoot
inspects the deck
Just when you thought we would fold our hand
Against all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans
It was live on air but in
tears
Now that I'm strugglin' in this business
By any means label me greedy gettin' green
But seldom seen
And fuck the world 'cause I'm cursed
I'm havin'
the early mornin' 'cause I'm strugglin'
Like drinkin' liquor make the money come quicker
Gettin' pages from my b****, it's time to dick her
I ain't in
I mean, I ran with the right team, did my dirt had fun in the night life
It wasn't a pipe dream, my legacy tellin' me I live Christ-like
I hear what
stuck in my ways, just when I thought that I left
Stuck in my ways, still thuggin' in the trenches, tryna change
Live by it, die by it, cause I'm stuck in
coins, trying to make sum
I had to make sum shake, a young nigha was tired of strugglin
A nigha in tha cut sellin dime bags, in these streetz I was hustlin
mornin 'cause I'm strugglin'
Like drinkin' liquor make the money come quicker
Gettin' pages from my bitch it's time to dick her
I ain't in love with
up in these streets, tryin to get it
Raised by a single mother, two sisters two brothers
I used to think she didn't love us
'Cause she beat us so
'bout Top Boy, see?
Yeah, blessed with hustle and grind and live by defeat
Dushane and Sully (yeah), the kings of the block
Strugglin' to survive and keep
Silkk, Slim, P
It's like, we out the game
(What's up Soulja Slim?)
Keep from callin' us
It's like we're never gonna be
(Master P in there, boy)
I see death around the- corner, anyday
Trying to keep it together, no one lives forever anyway
Strugglin and strivin, my destiny's to die
Keep my
can't live wit' it
And I'm a keep it comin' long as I'm here
Pitbull, back at ya neck, I'm hearin' them cheer
E-V-E is what they need in they life, I'm
the early mornin' 'cause I'm strugglin'
Like drinkin' liquor make the money come quicker
Gettin' pages from my bitch, it's time to dick her
I ain't in
We goin' platinum, nigga
We goin' platinum
Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker
We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this
used to run track back in high school
Now she tricks on the track right by school
She take the loss 'cause she don't wanna see her child lose
So
used to run track back in high school
Now she tricks on the track right by school
She take the loss 'cause she don't wanna see her child lose
So
Ferrari got the green
Smells caught in between, nigga doin his thing
What I'm sayin it's a hustler's pain
Bein rich by myself, it's a treacherous dream
many peers, and shed so many tears
Now that I'm strugglin' in this business, by any means
Label me greedy gettin' green, but seldom seen
And fuck
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