Everyday struggle Lyrics – Bluez Brothas

Everyday struggle Lyrics – Bluez Brothas


[Chorus]
I don’t wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knockin’ at my front door
I’m livin’ every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another day, another struggle (Right)
I don’t wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knockin’ at my front door
I’m livin’ every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another day, another struggle (Right)

[Verse 1]
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
Sellin’ 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, shit
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 nicks went for 20s down South
Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Glock 19 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, he wasn’t tryin’ to hear it
Smokin’ 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
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[Chorus]
I don’t wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knockin’ at my front door
I’m livin’ every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another day, another struggle (Right)
I don’t wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knockin’ at my front door
I’m livin’ every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another day, another struggle (Right)

[Verse 2]
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-athon 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, blowin’ like a bubble
In the everyday struggle



Produced By:Bluez Brothas
Written By:The Notorious B.I.G., Reginald Ellis, Norman Glover, Dave Grusin & Harvey William Mason
Mixed At:The Hit Factory (New York City)
Copyright:Bad Boy Entertainment
Publisher:B.I.G. Poppa Music, Distant Beats Music, Masong Music, Justin Combs Music & EMI April Music
Performance Rights:ASCAP & BMI
Additional Vocals:Diddy
Recording Engineer:Rich Travali
Mixing Engineer:Rich Travali
Mastering Engineer:Carlton Batts
Label:Bad Boy Entertainment & Arista Records
Recorded At:The Hit Factory (New York City)
Release Date:September 13, 1994