Notorious B.I.G. & Frank Sinatra
Текст песни Everyday Struggle - A day in a life of a fool

Chorus: notorious b.i.g. (repeat 2x)

I dont wanna live no mo
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do
Im livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle;
Another day, another struggle

[notorious b.i.g.]
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 dont know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad bills to pay
Thats why you drink tanqueray; so you can reminisce
And wish, you wasnt livin so devilish, ssshit
I remember I was just like you
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62s
Cause g-e-d, wasnt b-i-g
I got p-a-i-d, thats 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 dont know will show on the autopsy
Went to see papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment and he wasnt tryin to hear it
Smoking mad newports cause Im 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

Chorus

[notorious b.i.g.]
I had the master plan
Im 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, whos 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, Im literally loungin black
Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks
Had to re-up; see whats 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 couldnt 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 wont snitch
I told her when she hit the bricks Ill make the hooker rich
Conspiracy, shell be home in three
Until then I looks out for the whole family
A true g, thats me, blowing like a bubble;
In the everyday struggle

Chorus

[notorious b.i.g.]
Im seeing body after body and our mayor guiliani
Aint tryin to see no black man turn to john gotti
My daughter use a potty so shes older now
Educated street knowledge ima 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, cant bag yet because its 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 thats my word
Thick in the game, ds 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 thats just how the shit go in the struggle motherfucker

[puff] hah.. cmon.. what you say?

Chorus 2x

[notorious b.i.g.]
Uhh, uhh
Junior m.a.f.i.a., right (yeah..)
(rock on..)
(woo! .. biggie smalls .. right ..)