Everyday Struggle - The Notorious B.I.G.

I don’t wanna live no more

Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door

I’m living every day like a hustle

Another drug to juggle

Another day another struggle

I don’t wanna live no more

Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door

I’m living every day like a hustle

Another drug to juggle

Another day another struggle

I know how it feel to wake up fucked up

Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell

People look at you like you’s the user

Selling drugs to all the losers mad Buddha abuser

But they don’t know about the 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 living so devilish shit

I remember I was just like you

Smoking blunts with my crew

Flipping oldies 62s

'Cause GED wasn’t BIG, I got PAID

That’s why my moms hate me

She was forced to kick me out, no doubt

Then I figured out nicks went for twenty down south

Packed up my tools for my raw power move

Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves

For chumps trying 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 trying 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

I don’t wanna live no more

Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door

I’m living every day like a hustle

Another drug to juggle

Another day another struggle

I don’t wanna live no more

Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door

I’m living every day like a hustle

Another drug to juggle

Another day another struggle

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 lounging black,

Sitting back counting 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’ve 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

I don’t wanna live no more

Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door

I’m living every day like a hustle

Another drug to juggle

Another day another struggle

I don’t wanna live no more

Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door

I’m living every day like a hustle

Another drug to juggle

Another day another struggle

I’m seeing body after body and our mayor Giuliani

Ain’t trying to see no black man turn to John Gotti

My daughter use a potty so she’s older now

Educated street knowledge I’mma mold her now

Trick a little dough buying young girls fringes

Dealing with the dope fiend binges

Seeing syringes in the veins

Hard to explain how I maintain

The crack smoke make my brain feel so strange

Breaking days on the set no sweat drunk off Moët

Can’t bag yet because it’s still wet

But when I dry bagging five at a time

I can clock about nine on the check cashing line

I had the first and the third

Rehearse that’s my word

Thick in the game Ds knew my first name

Should I quit?

Shit no!

Even though they had me scared

Yo they got a eight I got a TEC with air holes

That’s just how the shit go in the struggle motherfucker

Hah, come on, what you say?

I don’t wanna live no more

Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door

I’m living every day like a hustle

Another drug to juggle

Another day another struggle

I don’t wanna live no more

Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door

I’m living every day like a hustle

Another drug to juggle

Another day another struggle

I don’t wanna live no more

Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door

I’m living every day like a hustle

Another drug to juggle

Another day another struggle

I don’t wanna live no more

Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door

I’m living every day like a hustle

Another drug to juggle

Another day another struggle

Junior M.A.F.I.A.

right

Yeah, rock on

Biggie Smalls, right

Junior M.A.F.I.A.