Strugglin' Lyrics - 2pac

Eat a dick up 

Stick up, stick up, stick up kids 

Still don't nothin' move but the money 

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 niggaz 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, 'cuz either way pays me 

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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 

'Cuz a niggaz straight strugglin' 

Stick up, stick up, stick up kids 

Still don't nothin' move but the money 

Stick up, stick up, stick up kids 

Still don't nothin' move but the money 

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I used to be on tour, 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 'cuz 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 'cuz the dogg got it goin' on 

If you come up steppin' you'll be lit like a hick 

So you better chill, 'cuz 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 

'Cuz ya know if you do, you'll be layin' in a ditch 

You'll get your stupid ass blown out the frame 

'Cuz 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 

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 niggaz on they back 

Till I call back, niggaz runnin' free better fall back 

I'm fifty niggaz deep beat sleep 

With a Mossberg wrapped in my seats 

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 

Niggaz 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 niggaz ass, blast 

Straight strugglin' 

Stick up, stick up, stick up kids 

Still don't nothin' move but the money 

Stick up, stick up, stick up kids 

Still don't nothin' move but the money 

Stick up, stick up, stick up kids 

Still don't nothin' move but the money 

Stick up, stick up, stick up kids 

Still don't nothin' move but the money 

Stick up, stick up, stick up kids 

Still don't nothin' move but the money 

Stick up, stick up, stick up kids 

Still don't nothin' move but the money 

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