Notorious B.I.G. - Everyday Struggle lyrics

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Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)

I don't wanna live no mo'

Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'

I'm livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle;

another day, another struggle

[Notorious B.I.G.]

I know how it feel to wake up fucked up

Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell

People look at you like youse the user

Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser

But they don't know about your 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 livin so devilish, ssshit

I remember I was just like you

Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's

Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G

I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me

She was forced to kick me out, no doubt

Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South

Packed up my tools for my raw power move

Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves

for chumps tryin 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 tryin 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

Chorus

[Notorious B.I.G.]

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 loungin black

Sittin back, countin 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 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

Chorus

[Notorious B.I.G.]

I'm seeing body after body and our mayor Guiliani

ain't tryin to see no black man turn to John Gotti

My daughter use a potty so she's older now

Educated street knowledge I'ma mold 'er now

Trick a little dough buyin young girls fringes

Dealin with the dope fiend binges, seein syringes

in the vein; hard to explain, how I maintain

The crack smoke make my brain feel so strange

Breakin days on the set, no sweat

Drunk off Moet, can't bag yet because it's still wet

But when that dry, baggin five at a time

I can clock about nine on the check cashin line

I had the first and the third; rehearse that's my word

Thick in the game, D's knew my first name

Should I quit? Shit no! Even though they had me scared

Yo they got a eight, I gotta teck with air holes..

..and that's just how the shit go in the struggle motherfucker

[Puff] Hah.. c'mon.. what you say?

Chorus 2X

[Notorious B.I.G.]

Uhh, uhh

Junior M.A.F.I.A., right (yeah..)

(rock on..)

(WOO! .. Biggie Smalls .. right ..)