[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