Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Strugglin', artist - 2Pac. Date of issue: 31.12.1992
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Strugglin' |
| ["Stick up, stick up, stick up kids… |
| Still don’t nothin' move but the money"] |
| 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' |
| ["Stick up, stick up, stick up kids… |
| Still don’t nothin' move but the money"] |
| I’m used to being poor, but now I’m sick of strugglin |
| I thought about bumpin, but mother-fuck 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 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' |
| ["Stick up, stick up, stick up kids… |
| Still don’t nothin' move but the money"] |
| 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 call back, 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, home from the bumblin |
| See me on the block, strugglin |
| And rollin with the roughnecks nuff checks cashed |
| I get in niggas ass, blast |
| Straight strugglin' |
| ["Stick up, stick up, stick up kids… |
| Still don’t nothin' move but the money"] |