Notorious B.i.g. (biggie Smalls) - Everyday Struggle lyrics

I don't wanna live no mo' Sometimes I hear d**h knocking at my front do' I'm living everyday like a hustle Another drug to juggle, another day another struggle I know how it feels to wake up f**ed up Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell People look at you like you're the user Selling d** 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 s-sh** I remember I was just like you Smoking blunts with my crew Flipping oldies 62's 'Cause G-E-D was it B-I-G, I got P-A-I-D That's why my mom hates me She was forced to kick me out, no doubt Then I figured out Nick's went for twenty down south Packed up my tools for my raw power move Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves Four drunks 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 doing court for an a**ault That I caught in Bridge Port, New York Catch me if you can like the ginger bread man You better have your gat in hand 'Cause man I don't wanna live no mo' Sometimes I hear d**h knocking in my front do' I'm living 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 Tutex to take over this projects They call him Tutex, he tote two techs And when he starts to bust He likes to ask who's next? I got my honies on the Amtrack With the crack in the crack of her a** Two pounds of hash in the stash I wait for hun to make some quick cash I told her she could be lieutenant b**h got ga**ed At last I'm literally lounging Black, Seating back counting double digit thousands stacks Had to re-up see what's up with my peeps Toyota dealer cars 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 I heard Tec got murdered in a town I've never heard of By some b**h named Alberta over nickel-plated burners And my b**h swear to God she won't snitch I told her where she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich Conspiracy should be home in three Until them I look south for the home 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 d**h knocking in my front do' I'm living everyday 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 into John Gotti My daughter use a potty so she's older now Educated street knowledge I'm gonna mold 'er now Trick 'er little dope buying young girls tringes Dealing with the dope fiend binges Seeing syringes in the veins Hard to explain how I maintain The crack smoke makes my brain feel so strange Breaking days on the set no sweat from cold moet Can't bag yet because's still wet But when I dry back in five at a time I can clock about nine on the check cashing line I had to burst on the third Rehearse that's my word Thinking the game Ds knew my first name Should I quit? sh** no! Even though they had me scared Yo they gotta eight I gotta teck with air holes That's just how the sh** goes in the struggle mother f**er I don't wanna live no mo' Sometimes I hear d**h knocking in my front do' I'm living everyday like a hustle Another drug to juggle, another day another struggle