* this is actually a remix of "Everyday Struggle"
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[Notorious B.I.G.]
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Wooo! There's gonna be a lot of punchin in this motherfucker
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Y'all better be swift with that punch button Jack
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Biggie.. Biggie..
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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 had to get P-A-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, 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: K-Ci & JoJo
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Come and run with me .. I really wanna show you
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How I run the streets .. I really wanna show you
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How I'm clockin G's .. I really wanna show you
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Come and run with me .. I really wanna show you
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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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[Nas]
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Guns and diamonds
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Bitches put they tongues where the sun ain't shinin
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Take ki's til they spot us, snakes flee with consignment
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This kid he got his krib rated, police found grams
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They locked up, his whole fam; moms sister his old man
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Nigga bailed his moms out, then he told on his man
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Now they home, actin like nuttin wrong, hustlin again
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He tried to be the next Frank White, and Escobar
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Pickin up coke a fiend holds it in a seperate car
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Cooks it up til it's bright white, cut it tight right
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Then he slings it to the fiends, lookin like Fright Night
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Coppin the motorbikes, the scooters, countin dough on computers
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High technology dealers, to the users and losers
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Half-leg DiDi, try to swap drug for TV's
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Stores run out of baking soda from BK to QB
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My niggaz die for the cause, .45 on the drawer
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City laws made by Big Nas and Biggie Smalls
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Bitches, holdin my weight in they titties and drawers
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My bitches out of state get bust while they pushin my cars
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Callin me up, callin me baller, call for they cut
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Pretty hoes bring me my cash, swallow all of this nut
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Seats on the Bent' stay nasty, push the dash
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for the stash box is where the cash be; watchin for task force
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Cause I know they comin but I'm reachin my goal
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Fuck bummi |