I don’t wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door I’m living every day like a hustle Another drug to juggle Another day another struggle
I don’t wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door I’m living every day like a hustle Another drug to juggle Another day another struggle
I know how it feel to wake up fucked up Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell People look at you like you’s the user Selling drugs to all the losers 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 Tanqueray So you can reminisce and wish You wasn’t living so devilish shit
I remember I was just like you Smoking blunts with my crew Flipping oldies 62s ‘Cause GED wasn’t BIG, I got PAID That’s why my moms hate 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 Bridgeport, New York Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man You better have your gat in hand ‘Cause man
I don’t wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door I’m living every day like a hustle Another drug to juggle Another day another struggle
I don’t wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door I’m living every day like a hustle Another drug to juggle Another day another struggle
I had the master plan I’m 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 who’s 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 I’m literally lounging black, Sitting back counting double digit thousand stacks Had to re-up see what’s 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 couldn’t hit me harder We got infiltrated Like Nino at the Carter Heard Tec got murdered in a town I’ve never heard of By some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners And my bitch swear to God she won’t snitch I told her when she hit the bricks I’ll make the hooker rich Conspiracy she’ll be home in three Until then I looks out for the whole family A true G, that’s me blowing like a bubble In the everyday struggle
I don’t wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door I’m living every day like a hustle Another drug to juggle Another day another struggle
I don’t wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door I’m living every day like a hustle Another drug to juggle Another day another struggle
I’m seeing body after body and our mayor Giuliani Ain’t trying to see no black man turn to John Gotti My daughter use a potty so she’s older now Educated street knowledge I’mma mold her now Trick a little dough buying young girls fringes Dealing with the dope fiend binges Seeing syringes in the veins Hard to explain how I maintain The crack smoke make my brain feel so strange Breaking days on the set no sweat drunk off Moët Can’t bag yet because it’s still wet But when I dry bagging five at a time I can clock about nine on the check cashing line I had the first and the third Rehearse that’s 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 got a TEC with air holes
That’s just how the shit go in the struggle motherfucker Hah, come on, what you say?
I don’t wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door I’m living every day like a hustle Another drug to juggle Another day another struggle
I don’t wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door I’m living every day like a hustle Another drug to juggle Another day another struggle
I don’t wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door I’m living every day like a hustle Another drug to juggle Another day another struggle
I don’t wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door I’m living every day like a hustle Another drug to juggle Another day another struggle
[The Notorious B.I.G. and Puff Daddy:] Junior M.A.F.I.A. right Yeah, rock on Biggie Smalls, right Junior M.A.F.I.A.