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I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death nocking in my front do'
I'm living like a hustle
Another drug in trouble, another day another sorrow
I know how it feels to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at ya like use to used
Selling drugs to all the loosers 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 tangarate
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 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 things went for twenty down south
Packed up my tools saw my raw power move
Black nineteen forcasted flower moves
Four drunks trying to stop my flow
And what they don't know will show on the ortopsy
Went to see papi, the cock me a brik
Asked for circumcise and he wasn't trying to hear it
Smoking mad Newports 'cause I'm doing court for an assult
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 death nocking in my front do'
I'm living like a hustle
Another drug in trouble, another day another sorrow
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 tutex
And when he smoke the boss
He likes to ask who's next?
I got my honies on the Amtrack
With the crack in the crack of her ass
Two pounds of hash in the stash
I wait for hun to make some quick cash
I told her she could be lieutenant bitch got gassed
At last so I really really lounging Black
Seating back counting double digit thousands stacks
Had to read up see what's up with my peeps
Toyota dealer cars had it cheap on the jeeps
See who got smoked but 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 infotrated
Like lino wa' the car
I heard Tec got murdered in a town I've never heard of
By some bitch named Alberta over nickel play the burnace
And my bitch 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, got speed blowing like a bubble
In the everyday struggle
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death nocking in my front do'
I'm living like a hustle
Another drug in trouble, another day another sorrow
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'ma mold 'er now
Trick 'er little dope bying 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? Shit no!
Even though they had me scared
Yo they gotta eight I gotta teck with air holes
That's just how the shit goes in the struggle mother fucker
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death nocking in my front do'
I'm living like a hustle
Another drug in trouble, another day another sorrow
Sometimes I hear death nocking in my front do'
I'm living like a hustle
Another drug in trouble, another day another sorrow
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at ya like use to used
Selling drugs to all the loosers 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 tangarate
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 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 things went for twenty down south
Packed up my tools saw my raw power move
Black nineteen forcasted flower moves
Four drunks trying to stop my flow
And what they don't know will show on the ortopsy
Went to see papi, the cock me a brik
Asked for circumcise and he wasn't trying to hear it
Smoking mad Newports 'cause I'm doing court for an assult
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
Sometimes I hear death nocking in my front do'
I'm living like a hustle
Another drug in trouble, another day another sorrow
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 tutex
And when he smoke the boss
He likes to ask who's next?
I got my honies on the Amtrack
With the crack in the crack of her ass
Two pounds of hash in the stash
I wait for hun to make some quick cash
I told her she could be lieutenant bitch got gassed
At last so I really really lounging Black
Seating back counting double digit thousands stacks
Had to read up see what's up with my peeps
Toyota dealer cars had it cheap on the jeeps
See who got smoked but 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 infotrated
Like lino wa' the car
I heard Tec got murdered in a town I've never heard of
By some bitch named Alberta over nickel play the burnace
And my bitch 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, got speed blowing like a bubble
In the everyday struggle
Sometimes I hear death nocking in my front do'
I'm living like a hustle
Another drug in trouble, another day another sorrow
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'ma mold 'er now
Trick 'er little dope bying 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? Shit no!
Even though they had me scared
Yo they gotta eight I gotta teck with air holes
Sometimes I hear death nocking in my front do'
I'm living like a hustle
Another drug in trouble, another day another sorrow
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Werd 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
Wow, this song still gives me goosebumps, Biggie was really a songwriter (lyricist) he did jusst write songs, he painted pictures, and this song, Wow.
The 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"
It goes to show you're life isn't always the shittiest.
biggie 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
What Ive always wondered about that part of this song..."crack smoke make my brain feel so strange"...u think he ever messed w/ the shit? How else would one know? U know? Ive been a pretty big fan all my life of BIG but never knew...what u think? He must have? I know as a dealer...somtimes one may feel inclined to try da shit...yeah its dumber than hell cause we know better than anyone what da shit does but ur curious u know? U think he messed w/ the shit or what?? Ive always wondered that......
What Ive always wondered about that part of this song..."crack smoke make my brain feel so strange"...u think he ever messed w/ the shit? How else would one know? U know? Ive been a pretty big fan all my life of BIG but never knew...what u think? He must have? I know as a dealer...somtimes one may feel inclined to try da shit...yeah its dumber than hell cause we know better than anyone what da shit does but ur curious u know? U think he messed w/ the shit or what?? Ive always wondered that...
Whoever 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.
"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.