Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everyday Struggle, artist - The Notorious B.I.G.. Album song Ready to Die, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.09.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bad Boy
Song language: English
Everyday Struggle |
I don’t wanna live no more |
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door |
I’m living every day like a hustle |
Another drug to juggle |
Another day another struggle |
I don’t wanna live no more |
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door |
I’m living every day like a hustle |
Another drug to juggle |
Another day another struggle |
I know how it feel to wake up fucked up |
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell |
People look at you like you’s the user |
Selling drugs to all the losers mad Buddha abuser |
But they don’t know about the stress-filled day |
Baby on the way mad bills to pay |
That’s why you drink Tanqueray |
So you can reminisce and wish |
You wasn’t living so devilish shit |
I remember I was just like you |
Smoking blunts with my crew |
Flipping oldies 62s |
'Cause GED wasn’t BIG, I got PAID |
That’s why my moms hate me |
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt |
Then I figured out nicks went for twenty down south |
Packed up my tools for my raw power move |
Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves |
For chumps trying to stop my flow |
And what they don’t know will show on the autopsy |
Went to see papi, to cop me a brick |
Asked for some consignment and he wasn’t trying to hear it |
Smoking mad Newports 'cause I’m due in court for an assault |
That I caught in Bridgeport, New York |
Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man |
You better have your gat in hand |
'Cause man |
I don’t wanna live no more |
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door |
I’m living every day like a hustle |
Another drug to juggle |
Another day another struggle |
I don’t wanna live no more |
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door |
I’m living every day like a hustle |
Another drug to juggle |
Another day another struggle |
I had the master plan |
I’m in the caravan on my way to Maryland |
With my man Two-TECs to take over this projects |
They call him Two-TECs, he tote two TECs |
And when he start to bust |
He like to ask who’s next? |
I got my honey on the Amtrak |
With the crack in the crack of her ass |
Two pounds of hash in the stash |
I wait for hon' to make some quick cash |
I told her she could be lieutenant bitch got gassed |
At last I’m literally lounging black, |
Sitting back counting double digit thousand stacks |
Had to re-up see what’s up with my peeps |
Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the Jeeps |
See who got smoked, what rumors was spread |
Last I heard I was dead with six to the head |
Then I got the phone call |
It couldn’t hit me harder |
We got infiltrated |
Like Nino at the Carter |
Heard Tec got murdered in a town I’ve never heard of |
By some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners |
And my bitch swear to God she won’t snitch |
I told her when she hit the bricks I’ll make the hooker rich |
Conspiracy she’ll be home in three |
Until then I looks out for the whole family |
A true G, that’s me blowing like a bubble |
In the everyday struggle |
I don’t wanna live no more |
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door |
I’m living every day like a hustle |
Another drug to juggle |
Another day another struggle |
I don’t wanna live no more |
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door |
I’m living every day like a hustle |
Another drug to juggle |
Another day another struggle |
I’m seeing body after body and our mayor Giuliani |
Ain’t trying to see no black man turn to John Gotti |
My daughter use a potty so she’s older now |
Educated street knowledge I’mma mold her now |
Trick a little dough buying young girls fringes |
Dealing with the dope fiend binges |
Seeing syringes in the veins |
Hard to explain how I maintain |
The crack smoke make my brain feel so strange |
Breaking days on the set no sweat drunk off Moët |
Can’t bag yet because it’s still wet |
But when I dry bagging five at a time |
I can clock about nine on the check cashing line |
I had the first and the third |
Rehearse that’s my word |
Thick in the game Ds knew my first name |
Should I quit? |
Shit no! |
Even though they had me scared |
Yo they got a eight I got a TEC with air holes |
That’s just how the shit go in the struggle motherfucker |
Hah, come on, what you say? |
I don’t wanna live no more |
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door |
I’m living every day like a hustle |
Another drug to juggle |
Another day another struggle |
I don’t wanna live no more |
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door |
I’m living every day like a hustle |
Another drug to juggle |
Another day another struggle |
I don’t wanna live no more |
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door |
I’m living every day like a hustle |
Another drug to juggle |
Another day another struggle |
I don’t wanna live no more |
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door |
I’m living every day like a hustle |
Another drug to juggle |
Another day another struggle |
Junior M.A.F.I.A. |
right |
Yeah, rock on |
Biggie Smalls, right |
Junior M.A.F.I.A. |