Still Strugglin' Lyrics - Too $hort

Intro: 

Still strugglin, still hustlin, tryin to get my money on 

Fresh outta retirement, you know I ain't tryin to fall off, 

Too $hort records, we ain't tryin to fall off 

We ain't goin nowhere, I'm tryin to see everybody make money 

I wanna see everybody get paid, everybody 

Chorus: 

Another day, another dollar spent 

And I'm still out here strugglin 

Caught in the game, and I'm just hustlin 

Don't even trust my closest friends 

Verse one: 

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Don't ever say you can't do it, it's not that hard 

You wanna be a lawyer, you wanna be a star 

You can do anything you wanna do 

Forget what they say, as long as you believe in you 

Keep chasing your dreams, wherever they take you 

You gotta hustle, which shouldn't have to make you 

Get your money on, like I always said 

It's playin like a old song in your head 

You say it ain't cool in the hood 

I know some folks in the ghetto livin good 

Now tell me how you get there, tell the next man, too 

You ain't got it, give him yours, cause he got less than you 

Give him game, and that's all he need 

The knowledge, to plant that seed 

And make it grow, get the dough 

Even though I make money, I'm trying to get some more 

You gotta be the best at what you do, and even though you ain't 

That's just how you need to think 

Don't tell me no, I already made up my mind 

It's going down my way this time 

I'm so deep into this 

It's like I'm in some pussy, fucking my bitch 

I've been going platinum, you walk by 

You player-hate, don't even try 

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Chorus 

Verse two: 

Don't ever quit, once you get started 

It's on til the end, til you're dearly departed 

You know you can't quit, too much time invested 

You learned your lesson, no time for stressing 

Looking in the mirror, trying to act hard 

Walking down the street, thinking bout a car 

I been there a million times 

I'm like baby, dee, I got a million rhymes 

I been a famous mc since 1983 

When run-dmc was singing sucka mc's 

Niggaz in the papers ride too $hort 

Rolling brand-new vogues, smoking newports 

$hort studios, in my room making tapes 

When I moved up to oakland from l.a. 

I was a square, I ain't gotta lie to you 

I wasn't rapping, I was fresh outta private school 

Now I'm old school, too $hort, fuck what ya heard 

There ain't no way I could memorize all these words 

I been rapping for years, spitting game 

Twenty years from now, you could say the same thing 

If you determined, look at me 

I'm getting on the car, used to roll two feet 

Back in the day, selling dope fiend 

Based on sunnyside, up ninety-sixth to birch street 

Chorus 

Verse three: 

Don't ever say it's old, I know you wanna go gold 

Trying to be like me is getting old 

It's been proven, there's only one too $hort 

Most valuable player, you know the sport 

It's time to be you, cause being me comes natural to me 

I hope you make it in the industry 

You could work on wall street, or be a doctor in a hospital 

As long as you're happy, I know you got a little 

Stash, stack your cash 

And keep hustling, cause it ain't gone last 

How many times you seen a broke nigga, wanting to be a dope dealer 

Make some money, and turn into a cold killer 

Alot of people came up like that 

But alot of y'all faking that ya hold that gat 

Now your little ass is out 

You finally realized, you took the wrong route 

You got alot of talent, don't let it go to waste 

Handcuffed on the ground, with dirt in ya face 

I know the trap, circumstances make ya sell crack 

Shotguns and change, take us all back 

To slave-free, back when the days would be 

Long and hot, with nobody paying me 

These days we have opportunities 

To blow up and give back to our communities 

Chorus