Freddie Foxxx/Bumpy Knuckles - Trying to Make it Through lyrics

Fam Base All my thugs say [Verse 1: 2Pac] Sick, Thicker than most of these tricks I got my mind on makin money but you stuck on these fake b**hes I stay blunted, And never fronted and I doubt if I do Cause if I did, Then I get beat up by my f**in crew A real n***a, Since you figure that you ready to box You catchin knots from my n***a Freddie Foxxx And Ahk, You really don't want none from Pac Cause I'll be strapped wit a Glock And throw thangs like I'm born to box I'll hit this motherf**in gin then I'll be all in Hell yeah, Young n***as straight ballin And everybody wants to see if I'm a g weighin 165 And I'm high 'til I f**in die Thug life in this motherf**er catchin wreck Big stretch hit me off when I hit the set But now I'm cool cause I'm tipsy and I filla n***a tryin to see if I'm a k**a Cmon [Hook] If my pain don't speak my story, If these words don't speak my soul If my struggle be the legacy, In this world if I let go Is it the only thing that's constant is a change that's overdue? If they fault me for my attitude, I'm just tryin to make it through [Verse 2: Freddie Foxxx] It's Bump Knucks from the underground still full of rage Rhymes, I write 'em in blood, They spill through the page I been on my Lillo Thomas, layin in the cut Waitin for feds and snitches to move, n***a what? I'm a smooth n***a but, I'm extra deadly I'm 45 minutes of gangster medley's I'm a crook, to the heart B, Master the theft Steal everything but air, I won't take ya breath Y'all know, The 3 pound 7 cali revolve Got a murder to solve, My heart was involved I'm a thug n***a, I still say f** a label f** wit ray, And n***a you will duck a table Krupt mob, My n***a we bounce from the jake's Tryin to turn into key's, The ounces we take I'm a locman, Diamond, Rhymin godzilla Wit the calico's co*ked, You f**in wit a k**a [Hook] [Verse 3: Benzino] Don't you ever think for a minute I wasn't comin back Makaveli would never be on a Shady track How could you ever insinuate the inprobable? The number 1 rapper alive? How is it possible? Runnin through these industry n***as like I was Ray Lewis Never scurred to press on the trigger because I been through it Tryin to keep me from flyin, They gonna let you do it Only thing that kept me from dyin is makin rap music Tell me what you hidin for, Was it miami on memorial day? Up in the all-star in La, Super bowl sunday We up in houston where n***as like the gunplay And everybody's shootin, I'm a universal hood n***a, Me and Bumpy put it down Wit Makaveli, These n***as wasn't even around What's the difference between ya n***as and mine? We was up in the studio wit the realist of all time [Hook]