Lyrics

[Intro] No more struggle No more, homie Can't do it no more Let me put this cigarette out real quick Show you what's on my mind [Verse 1] I ain't got no problems with you personally, I'm just starving And I spent my last dollar on this bourbon plus I'm walking Perfed and drunk off the hard stuff, you best to keep your guard up, gangsta 'Cause I got something hard tucked down at my ankles Ain't no stranger to this hard and rough street lifestyle Spent half of my life behind the bars, come from being a wild child But now soon as a nigga touch down, you know the routine Like anything to flip some bucks, you bustas best to come clean My finger's on the machine that's made to kill peoplе Made to spill peoples brains all ovеr their peacoat Brains all over their Regal if they sitting in that My bullets flying like an eagle when I'm gripping the gat Them bustas dying by the sequels when I'm sipping on that Employment chances ain't equal, they ain't hitting my back So I'm into ripping up tracks and leaving blood on my chucks Skipping out the back way with the yay and the bucks Stuffed in my duffle bag as I take another drag of the sherm stick Then hit a couple more fences to get legit I'm on that shit that keep a nigga sick and ready to trip And since my pockets ain't too thick, I'm into ganking and shit I'm into slanging and shit, I'm into banging and shit So I keep guns in my fists keep them aimed at a bitch 'Cause it ain't shit to let 'em rip and split a nigga in half like a whole thang Quit coming short, mane, on some of the cash [Chorus] Fuck a struggle, even if I gotta make blood bubble It's a hustle, strap muffled, hopping on blood puddles For my cuzzo doing time, 80 Proof gets guzzled Even if I gotta make blood bubble, fuck a struggle Fuck a struggle, even if I gotta make blood bubble It's a hustle, strap muffled, hopping on blood puddles For my cuzzo doing time, 80 Proof gets guzzled Then we bust your shit wide and raise you up off them bundles, nigga [Verse 2] Now first off, let see, if I had my choice I'd kill this snitch nigga I know, creep up on him at point Blank range, leave his brains on my pistol and dip Snatch his chains if he got 'em, you ought to see this, bitch Then I'd kill this bitch I know for always running her mouth Look, she ain't even my hoe no more but I'd just kill her to take her out 'Cause I hate hoes that keep a nigga depressed No panties when they dress, bending over showing the world they breasts I slit their neck after fuckin' naked doggystyle in the field And leave their ass there, shit I don't care, I'm off a couple pills Plus a couple blunts of kill and a fifth of bourbon, what's the deal? A nigga perfing now for real, sweating bad and can't keep still Chills through my body, hotties smoking as I bail to My next destination, bodies floating after I bail through I got so much to tell you, just ain't got enough time 'Bout all the marks that I ran into and niggas that crossed the line Snitches that dropped a dime, bitches that cost me time In the Sacramento county jail where I wrote half the rhymes From my first album but now I'm out and everybody paying All them muthafuckas snaking and bitch niggas that was hating Leave 'em shaking somewhere, I don't care and nigga fuck you too 'Cause I used to front you dope sacks back in '92 Now you wanna act like you the big man balling You know who you is, nigga, so you need to stop calling You a bitch, spending chips to get a trick, man you's a captain save a So here, taste this spray, I used to love ya, now I hate ya And that's the way I'll play ya 'cause you played yourself already You shouldn't have been a sucka for love Give up that feddi, cuzz! [Chorus] Fuck a struggle, even if I gotta make blood bubble It's a hustle, strap muffled, hopping on blood puddles For my cuzzo doing time, 80 Proof gets guzzled Even if I gotta make blood bubble, fuck a struggle Fuck a struggle, even if I gotta make blood bubble It's a hustle, strap muffled, hopping on blood puddles For my cuzzo doing time, 80 Proof gets guzzled Then we bust your shit wide and raise you up off them bundles, nigga [Verse 3] Now every time I grab the mic it's like everybody listen All tryna figure out who the fuck a nigga dissing But I'm just keeping it real, that's why I don't mention names 'Cause half of these niggas ain't even worth it, they just frauds in the game I'm from The North where the gangstas and the hustlers hang I'm from that porch where we used to post and hustle that caine Say fuck a whore, killed them bottles up and do our thang And if it's war, load them hollows up and put down the bang Blow out some brains, snatching chains, do our thang in the rain Camouflaged by the weather, nigga, this North Gate Gang Forever so you bustas better give me fifteen feet Or hide your hustle when I come around, I'll snatch your little ass off the street And see, my mission ain't complete until my dollars get stacked up To the point where I can just kick back and smoke a hundred sacks up Like any time I want, don't have to ask no one for shit 'Cause 9 times out of 10 if they refuse I'll blast the bitch I pass the fifth to my playa partnas and that's all So bitches, keep your lips off if they ain't wrapped around balls I keep the strap in my drawls 'cause so many niggas be hating Over shit I be saying or all the game I be laying I take 'em to the next level, Loc, and they don't like that 'Cause they still stuck on that other, who can fuck with the hustla? I lay it down for The North and represent the whole town And if you ain't Siccmade, bitch, you're probably struggling now [Chorus] Fuck a struggle, even if I gotta make blood bubble It's a hustle, strap muffled, hopping on blood puddles For my cuzzo doing time, 80 Proof gets guzzled Even if I gotta make blood bubble, fuck a struggle Fuck a struggle, even if I gotta make blood bubble It's a hustle, strap muffled, hopping on blood puddles For my cuzzo doing time, 80 Proof gets guzzled Then we bust your shit wide and hit your safe for them bundles, nigga [Outro] Nigga, I'm tired of muthafuckin' starving, all that shit, nigga Fuck anybody who ain't down with Siccmade Fuck anybody who ain't down with my nigga E-Moe And it's like that, nigga, Now Eat We gon' put the food on the muthafuckin' plate, nigga And you gon' eat that shit, nigga North Side, Siccmade, B-Flat, COS, Brotha Lynch Goddamn, should I go on or should I stop right here?