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<blockquote data-quote="MelaninWarlord" data-source="post: 64586" data-attributes="member: 428">[MEDIA=youtube]Uz5o4EjCNLg[/MEDIA]I don&#039;t wanna live no mo&#039;Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do&#039;I&#039;m livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle;another day, another struggleI know how it feel to wake up fucked upPockets broke as hell, another rock to sellPeople look at you like youse the userSelling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuserBut they don&#039;t know about your stress-filled dayBaby on the way mad bills to payThat&#039;s why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisceand wish, you wasn&#039;t livin so devilish, ssshitI remember I was just like youSmokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62&#039;sCause G-E-D, wasn&#039;t B-I-GI got P-A-I-D, that&#039;s why my moms hate meShe was forced to kick me out, no doubtThen I figured out licks went for twenty down SouthPacked up my tools for my raw power moveGlock nineteen for casket and flower movesfor chumps tryin to stop my flowAnd what they don&#039;t know will show on the autopsyWent to see Papi, to cop me a brickAsked for some consignment and he wasn&#039;t tryin to hear itSmoking mad Newports cause I&#039;m due in courtfor an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New YorkCatch me if you can like the Gingerbread ManYou better have your gat in hand, cause manI don&#039;t wanna live no mo&#039;Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do&#039;I&#039;m livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle;another day, another struggleI had the master planI&#039;m in the caravan on my way to Marylandwith my man Two-Tecs to take over this projectsThey call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecsAnd when he start to bust he like to ask, &quot;Who&#039;s next?&quot;I got my honey on the Amtrakwith the crack in the crack of her assTwo pounds of hash in the stashI wait for hon to make some quick cashI told her she could be Lieutenant, bitch got gassedAt last, I&#039;m literally loungin blackSittin back, countin double digit thousand stacksHad to re-up; see what&#039;s up with my peepsToyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the JeepsSee who got smoked, what rumors was spreadLast I heard I was dead with six to the headThen I got the phone call, it couldn&#039;t hit me harderWe got infiltrated, like Nino at the CarterHeard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard ofby some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burnersAnd my bitch swear to God she won&#039;t snitchI told her when she hit the bricks I&#039;ll make the hooker richConspiracy, she&#039;ll be home in threeUntil then I looks out for the whole familyA true G, that&#039;s me, blowing like a bubble;in the everyday struggleI don&#039;t wanna live no mo&#039;Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do&#039;I&#039;m livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle;another day, another struggleI&#039;m seeing body after body and our mayor Guilianiain&#039;t tryin to see no black man turn to John GottiMy daughter use a potty so she&#039;s older nowEducated street knowledge I&#039;ma mold &#039;er nowTrick a little dough buyin young girls fringesDealin with the dope fiend binges, seein syringesin the veins; hard to explain, how I maintainThe crack smoke make my brain feel so strangeBreakin days on the set, no sweatDrunk off Moet, can&#039;t bag yet because it&#039;s still wetBut when that dry, baggin five at a timeI can clock about nine on the check cashin lineI had the first and the third; rehearse that&#039;s my wordThick in the game, D&#039;s knew my first nameShould I quit? Shit no! Even though they had me scaredYo they got a eight, I gotta teck with air holes....and that&#039;s just how the shit go in the struggle motherfuckerHah.. c&#039;mon.. what you say?I don&#039;t wanna live no mo&#039;Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do&#039;I&#039;m livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle;another day, another struggleUhh, uhhJunior M.A.F.I.A., right (yeah..)(rock on..)(WOO! .. Biggie Smalls .. right ..)</blockquote>

[QUOTE="MelaninWarlord, post: 64586, member: 428"] [MEDIA=youtube]Uz5o4EjCNLg[/MEDIA] I don't wanna live no mo' Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do' I'm livin everyday 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 youse the user Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser But they don't know about your 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 livin so devilish, ssshit I remember I was just like you Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me She was forced to kick me out, no doubt Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South Packed up my tools for my raw power move Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves for chumps tryin 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 tryin 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 mo' Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do' I'm livin everyday 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 loungin black Sittin back, countin 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 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 mo' Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do' I'm livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle; another day, another struggle I'm seeing body after body and our mayor Guiliani ain't tryin to see no black man turn to John Gotti My daughter use a potty so she's older now Educated street knowledge I'ma mold 'er now Trick a little dough buyin young girls fringes Dealin with the dope fiend binges, seein syringes in the veins; hard to explain, how I maintain The crack smoke make my brain feel so strange Breakin days on the set, no sweat Drunk off Moet, can't bag yet because it's still wet But when that dry, baggin five at a time I can clock about nine on the check cashin line I had the first and the third; rehearse that's my word Thick in the game, D's knew my first name Should I quit? Shit no! Even though they had me scared Yo they got a eight, I gotta teck with air holes.. ..and that's just how the shit go in the struggle motherfucker Hah.. c'mon.. what you say? I don't wanna live no mo' Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do' I'm livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle; another day, another struggle Uhh, uhh Junior M.A.F.I.A., right (yeah..) (rock on..) (WOO! .. Biggie Smalls .. right ..) [/QUOTE]

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