Benzino - Trying To Make It Through lyrics

rate me

(feat. Tupac and Freddie Foxxx)

Fam Base

All my thugs say

[Verse 1: 2Pac]

Sick, Thicker than most of these tricks

I got my mind on makin money but you stuck on these fake bitches

I stay blunted, And never fronted and I doubt if I do

Cause if I do, Then I get beat up by my fuckin crew

A real nigga, Since you figure that you ready to box

You catchin knots from my nigga Freddie Foxxx

And I, You really don't want none from Pac

Cause I'll be strapped wit a glock

And throw thangs like I'm born to box

I'll hit this motherfuckin gin then I'll be all in

Hell yeah, Young niggaz straight ballin

And everybody wants to see if I'm a g weighin 185

And I'm high 'til I fuckin die

Thug life in this motherfucker catchin wreck

Big stretch hit me off when I hit the set

But now I'm full cause I'm tipsy and I filla

Nigga tryin to see if I'm a killa

Cmon

[Chorus:]

If my pain don't speak my story, If these words don't speak my soul

If my struggle be the legacy, In this world if I let go

Is it the only thing that's constant is a change that's overdue?

If they fault me for my attitude, I'm just tryin to make it through

[Verse 2: Freddie Foxxx]

It's Bump Knucks from the underground still full of rage

Rhymes, I write 'em in blood, They spill through the page

I been on my lelow, Time is layin in the cut

Waitin for feds and snitches to move, Nigga what?

I'm a smooth nigga but, I'm extra deadly

I'm 45 minutes of gangster medley's

I'm a crook, You the heart beat, Master the theft

Steal everything but air, I won't take ya breath

Y'all know, The 3 pound 7 cali revolve

Got a murder to solve, My heart was involved

I'm a thug nigga, I still say fuck a label

Fuck wit ray, And nigga you will duck a table

Corrupt mob, Nigga we bounce from the jake's

Tryin to turn into key's, The ounces we take

I'm a lock men, Dimin, Rhymin godzilla

Wit the calico's cocked, You fuckin wit a killa

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Benzino]

Don't you ever think for a minute I wasn't comin back

Makaveli would never be on a Shady track

How could you ever insinuate the inprobable?

The number 1 rapper alive? How is it possible?

Runnin through these industry niggaz like I was Ray Lewis

Never scurred to press on the trigger because I been through it

Tryin to keep me from flyin, They gonna let you do it

Only thing that kept me from dyin is makin rap music

Tell me what you hidin for, Was it miami on memorial day?

Up in the all-star in La, Super bowl sunday

We up in houston where niggaz like the gunplay

And everybody's shootin, I'm a universal hood nigga, Me and Bumpy put it down

Wit Makaveli, These niggaz wasn't even around

What's the difference between ya niggaz and mine?

We was up in the studio wit the realist of all time

[Chorus]