"Everyday Struggle" as written by Don Leigh Samuels, Ebony Brown, Ben Frank Briggs, Toni R Coleman, Faith Renee Evans, Cory Woods and Harvey Jay Mason....
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 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 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 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
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 ..)


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"Everyday Struggle" as written by Norman A Glover Reginald D Ellis

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    General CommentWerd who ever wrote this, i think ur a retard
    the damn chorus is all fucked up,

    I dont want to live no mo'
    Sometimes i hear death knocking at my front do'
    Im living everyday like a hustle
    Another drug to juggle, another day another struggle
    DjTravTravon January 27, 2005   Link
  • 0
    General CommentWow, this song still gives me goosebumps, Biggie was really a songwriter (lyricist) he did jusst write songs, he painted pictures, and this song, Wow.
    D4MVPon March 11, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General CommentThe real first verse

    "I know how it feels to wake up fucked up
    Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
    People look at ya like you's the user
    Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
    But they don't know about the stress-filled days
    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-shit
    I remember I was just like you
    Smoking blunts with my crew
    Flipping over 62's
    'Cause G-E-D wasn't 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 nicks went for twenty down south
    Packed up my tools for my raw power move
    Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
    For chumps 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 due in court for an assault
    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"
    TheSkankingRaton August 22, 2007   Link
  • 0
    General CommentIt goes to show you're life isn't always the shittiest.
    chrisbcream26on November 15, 2007   Link
  • 0
    General Commentbiggie to me is one of the greatest story tellers of all times. not only of his own life but this song makes me feel like its written about me.
    crack rocks make my brain feel so strange

    mood swings are fucked
    skanon March 19, 2010   Link
  • 0
    General CommentWhoever wrote this fucked it all up...

    "Went to see papi, the cock me a brik
    Asked for circumcise and he wasn't trying to hear it"

    Are you fuh real? What the fuck sense does that make? Anyways
    great song, and if I could pick a song that epitomizes my life this would be it.
    Save for a few things, but the general message applies to everyone. .. well in my opinion.

    weevilson May 14, 2010   Link
  • 0
    General Comment"heard tec got murdered in a town i never heard of by some bitch named alberta over nickel-plated burners." most of these lyrics are wronger than hell but what a great track.
    elsobrantefortnighton September 19, 2010   Link

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