Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)
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I don't wanna live no mo'
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Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
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I'm livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle;
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another day, another struggle
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[Notorious B.I.G.]
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I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
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Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
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People look at you like youse the user
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Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
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But they don't know about your stress-filled day
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Baby on the way mad bills to pay
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That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
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and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, ssshit
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I remember I was just like you
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Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
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Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
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I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me
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She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
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Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South
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Packed up my tools for my raw power move
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Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
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for chumps tryin to stop my flow
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And what they don't know will show on the autopsy
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Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick
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Asked for some consignment and he wasn't tryin to hear it
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Smoking mad Newports cause I'm due in court
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for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
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Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
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You better have your gat in hand, cause man
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Chorus
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[Notorious B.I.G.]
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I had the master plan
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I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland
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with my man Two-Tecs to take over this projects
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They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
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And when he start to bust he like to ask, "Who's next?"
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I got my honey on the Amtrak
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with the crack in the crack of her ass
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Two pounds of hash in the stash
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I wait for hon to make some quick cash
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I told her she could be Lieutenant, bitch got gassed
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At last, I'm literally loungin black
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Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks
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Had to re-up; see what's up with my peeps
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Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the Jeeps
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See who got smoked, what rumors was spread
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Last I heard I was dead with six to the head
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Then I got the phone call, it couldn't hit me harder
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We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
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Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of
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by some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners
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And my bitch swear to God she won't snitch
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I told her when she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich
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Conspiracy, she'll be home in three
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Until then I looks out for the whole family
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A true G, that's me, blowing like a bubble;
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in the everyday struggle
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Chorus
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[Notorious B.I.G.]
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I'm seeing body after body and our mayor Guiliani
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ain't tryin to see no black man turn to John Gotti
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My daughter use a potty so she's older now
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Educated street knowledge I'ma mold 'er now
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Trick a little dough buyin young girls fringes
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Dealin with the dope fiend binges, seein syringes
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in the veins; hard to explain, how I maintain
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The crack smoke make my brain feel so strange
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Breakin days on the set, no sweat
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Drunk off Moet, can't bag yet because it's still wet
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But when that dry, baggin five at a time
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I can clock about nine on the check cashin line
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I had the first and the third; rehearse that's my word
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Thick in the game, D's knew my first name
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Should I quit? Shit no! Even though they had me scared
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Yo they got a eight, I gotta teck with air holes..
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..and that's just how the shit go in the struggle motherfucker
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[Puff] Hah.. c'mon.. what you say?
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Chorus 2X
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[Notorious B.I.G.]
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Uhh, uhh
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Junior M.A.F.I.A., right (yeah..)
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(rock on..)
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(WOO! .. Biggie Smalls .. right ..)
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Everyday Struggle
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| Notorious B.I.G |
