Fucc a Struggle

[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 people
Made to spill peoples brains all over 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?