I don't live no mo' Sometimes I hear death at my front do' I'm livin everyday a hustle, another drug to juggle; another day, another I don't live no mo' Sometimes I hear death at my front do' I'm livin everyday like a hustle, another to juggle; another day, struggle
I know how it feel to wake up up Pockets as hell, another rock to sell look at you like youse the user Selling to all the losers, mad buddha abuser But don't know about your stress-filled day Baby on the way mad to pay why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, I I was just like you Smokin with my crew, flippin over 62's G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms me She was forced to me out, no doubt Then I figured out licks went for twenty down up my tools for my raw power move Glock nineteen for casket and moves for chumps to stop my flow And what they know will show on the autopsy to see Papi, to cop me a brick Asked for some and he wasn't tryin to hear it Smoking mad Newports cause I'm due in for an assault, I caught, in Bridgeport, New York Catch me if you can the Gingerbread Man You better have your gat in hand, man
I don't wanna no mo' I hear death knockin at my front do' I'm everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle; day, another struggle I don't live no mo' Sometimes I death knockin at my front do' I'm everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle; day, another struggle
I had the master I'm in the caravan on my way to with my man to take over this projects They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two And when he start to he like to ask, "Who's next?" I got my honey on the with the crack in the of her ass Two of hash in the stash I for hon to make some quick cash I told her she could be Lieutenant, got gassed At last, I'm loungin black back, countin double digit thousand stacks Had to see what's up with my peeps Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it on the Jeeps See who got smoked, what rumors was Last I I was dead with six to the head Then I got the phone call, it hit me harder We got infiltrated, like at the Carter Heard Tec got murdered in a I never heard of by some named Alberta over nickel-plated burners And my bitch swear to God she snitch I told her when she hit the bricks make the hooker rich Conspiracy, she'll be home in Until then I looks out for the whole A true G, that's me, blowing like a in the struggle
I don't wanna no mo' Sometimes I hear death knockin at my do' I'm livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to another day, struggle I wanna live no mo' Sometimes I hear knockin at my front do' I'm livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to another day, another
I'm seeing body after and our mayor Guiliani ain't tryin to see no man turn to John Gotti My use a potty so she's older now Educated street knowledge I'ma 'er now Trick a little dough buyin young fringes with the dope fiend binges, seein syringes in the veins; to explain, how I maintain The smoke make my brain feel so strange Breakin on the set, no sweat off Moet, can't bag yet because it's still wet But that dry, baggin five at a time I can clock about nine on the check cashin I had the first and the third; that's my word Thick in the game, D's knew my first Should I quit? Shit no! Even though they had me Yo they got a eight, I gotta teck air holes.. ..and just how the shit go in the struggle motherfucker
Hah.. c'mon.. what you
I wanna live no mo' Sometimes I hear death at my front do' I'm livin everyday a hustle, another drug to juggle; another day, another I don't wanna no mo' Sometimes I death knockin at my front do' I'm livin everyday a hustle, another drug to juggle; another day, another
Uhh, uhh Junior M.A.F.I.A., (yeah..) (rock on..) (WOO! .. Biggie .. right ..)