Everyday Struggle

Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)<br><br>I don`t wanna live no mo`<br>Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do`<br>I`m livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle;<br>another day, another struggle<br><br>[Notorious B.I.G.]<br>I know how it feel to wake up fucked up<br>Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell<br>People look at you like youse the user<br>Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser<br>But they don`t know about your stress-filled day<br>Baby on the way mad bills to pay<br>That`s why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce<br>and wish, you wasn`t livin so devilish, ssshit<br>I remember I was just like you<br>Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62`s<br>Cause G-E-D, wasn`t B-I-G<br>I got P-A-I-D, that`s why my moms hate me<br>She was forced to kick me out, no doubt<br>Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South<br>Packed up my tools for my raw power move<br>Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves<br>for chumps tryin to stop my flow<br>And what they don`t know will show on the autopsy<br>Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick<br>Asked for some consignment and he wasn`t tryin to hear it<br>Smoking mad Newports cause I`m due in court<br>for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New York<br>Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man<br>You better have your gat in hand, cause man<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[Notorious B.I.G.]<br>I had the master plan<br>I`m in the caravan on my way to Maryland<br>with my man Two-Tecs to take over this projects<br>They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs<br>And when he start to bust he like to ask, "Who`s next?"<br>I got my honey on the Amtrak<br>with the crack in the crack of her ass<br>Two pounds of hash in the stash<br>I wait for hon to make some quick cash<br>I told her she could be Lieutenant, bitch got gassed<br>At last, I`m literally loungin black<br>Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks<br>Had to re-up; see what`s up with my peeps<br>Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the Jeeps<br>See who got smoked, what rumors was spread<br>Last I heard I was dead with six to the head<br>Then I got the phone call, it couldn`t hit me harder<br>We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter<br>Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of<br>by some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners<br>And my bitch swear to God she won`t snitch<br>I told her when she hit the bricks I`ll make the hooker rich<br>Conspiracy, she`ll be home in three<br>Until then I looks out for the whole family<br>A true G, that`s me, blowing like a bubble;<br>in the everyday struggle<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[Notorious B.I.G.]<br>I`m seeing body after body and our mayor Guiliani<br>ain`t tryin to see no black man turn to John Gotti<br>My daughter use a potty so she`s older now<br>Educated street knowledge I`ma mold `er now<br>Trick a little dough buyin young girls fringes<br>Dealin with the dope fiend binges, seein syringes<br>in the veins; hard to explain, how I maintain<br>The crack smoke make my brain feel so strange<br>Breakin days on the set, no sweat<br>Drunk off Moet, can`t bag yet because it`s still wet<br>But when that dry, baggin five at a time<br>I can clock about nine on the check cashin line<br>I had the first and the third; rehearse that`s my word<br>Thick in the game, D`s knew my first name<br>Should I quit? Shit no! Even though they had me scared<br>Yo they got a eight, I gotta teck with air holes..<br>..and that`s just how the shit go in the struggle motherfucker<br><br>[Puff] Hah.. c`mon.. what you say?<br><br>Chorus 2X<br><br>[Notorious B.I.G.]<br>Uhh, uhh<br>Junior M.A.F.I.A., right (yeah..)<br>(rock on..)<br>(WOO! .. Biggie Smalls .. right ..)