[Eat a dick up]. ["Stick up stick up stick up kids.... still don't nothin move but the money" -- Rakim]. Verse One: Live Squad. . Strugglin jugglin got it to the black man. Eatin the scams like I was motherfuckin Pac Man. Cops step off you know the flavor. They fear the ruffneck niggaz with the lunatic behavior. And now we gotta eat gotta make ends meet. Stabbin for a fee it gets hard on the fuckin streets. It's like a madness fuck making gravy. I rhyme and do crimes cuz either way pays me. A little rough with a hardcore... theme. Couldn't rough something rougher in your... dreams. Mad rugged so you know we're gonna... rip. With that roughneck nigga named 2Pacalypse. Representing YG'z yo. Flip Stretch Homicide and my nigga Gambino. Seek and Po can't forget Money Bags. Stickin up spots and jumpin in Jags. Gotta get ahead and always stay bumblin. And always keep a hand on the gat. Cuz a niggaz straight strugglin. . Verse Two: Live Squad. . I used to be on tour but now I'm sick of strugglin. I thought about bumpin but mother-fuck jugglin. I know it lasts longer gets my pockets thicker. But I'd rather use my gun cause I get the money quicker so bust it. Look as I cut the records hard to eject. A quick clip threw my body down uhh! it's another hit. I got energy to blast now you want the task here. Cuz of the light a motherfucker shot that ass up. But rugged and rough is how I'm steppin. Mac is the weapon and it's always kept in. Eye on the Mac cause the dogg got it goin on. If you come up steppin you'll be lit like a hick. So you better chill cause I got too much money to get. A street thug in the motherfuckin house I'm strugglin. Get drunk but I don't think. I'm just in it for the money don't be a punk snitch. When I yank up my gun don't run don't bitch. Cause ya know if you do you'll be layin in a ditch. You'll get your stupid ass blown out the frame. Cause I'm playing to win and survive in the game. I'm strugglin. . Verse Three: 2Pac. . Big up big up got him in the frame bang. Ain't nothin changed set it off I let the brains hang. Guess who's back to put niggaz on they back. Till I call back niggaz runnin free better fall back. I'm fifty niggaz deep beat sleep. with a Mossberg wrapped in my seats. three deep in my Jeep chief run with the Young Gunz. Strugglin and strivin that's how the dough come. Now get gunned by the one with the gun for the low goal. Throw a bolo so low when I flow yo. Much too high to read the signs I'm blind. Clickin on the nine out to get mine. I go big up big up gotta make the room boom. Blowin motherfuckers to the moon. Niggaz need to feel me a real G home from the bumblin. See me on the block strugglin. And rollin with the roughnecks nuff checks cashed. I get in niggaz ass blast. Straight strugglin. .