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c.o.s. (usa) - fucc a struggle lyrics

[intro]
no more struggle
no more, homie
can’t do it no more
let me put this cigarette out real quick
show you what’s on my mind

[verse 1]
i ain’t got no problems with you personally, i’m just starving
and i spent my last dollar on this bourbon plus i’m walking
perfed and drunk off the hard stuff, you best to keep your guard up, gangsta
’cause i got something hard tucked down at my ankles
ain’t no stranger to this hard and rough street lifestyle
spent half of my life behind the bars, come from being a wild child
but now soon as a n_gga touch down, you know the routine
like anything to flip some bucks, you bustas best to come clean
my finger’s on the machine that’s made to k!ll peoplе
made to spill peoples brains all ovеr their peacoat
brains all over their regal if they sitting in that
my bullets flying like an eagle when i’m gripping the gat
them bustas dying by the sequels when i’m sipping on that
employment chances ain’t equal, they ain’t hitting my back
so i’m into ripping up tracks and leaving blood on my chucks
skipping out the back way with the yay and the bucks
stuffed in my duffle bag as i take another drag of the sherm stick
then hit a couple more fences to get legit
i’m on that sh_t that keep a n_gga sick and ready to trip
and since my pockets ain’t too thick, i’m into ganking and sh_t
i’m into slanging and sh_t, i’m into banging and sh_t
so i keep guns in my fists keep them aimed at a b_tch
’cause it ain’t sh_t to let ’em rip and split a n_gga in half like a whole thang
quit coming short, mane, on some of the cash
[chorus]
f_ck a struggle, even if i gotta make blood bubble
it’s a hustle, strap m_ffled, hopping on blood puddles
for my cuzzo doing time, 80 proof gets guzzled
even if i gotta make blood bubble, f_ck a struggle
f_ck a struggle, even if i gotta make blood bubble
it’s a hustle, strap m_ffled, hopping on blood puddles
for my cuzzo doing time, 80 proof gets guzzled
then we bust your sh_t wide and raise you up off them bundles, n_gga

[verse 2]
now first off, let see, if i had my choice
i’d k!ll this snitch n_gga i know, creep up on him at point
blank range, leave his brains on my pistol and dip
sn_tch his chains if he got ’em, you ought to see this, b_tch
then i’d k!ll this b_tch i know for always running her mouth
look, she ain’t even my hoe no more but i’d just k!ll her to take her out
’cause i hate hoes that keep a n_gga depressed
no panties when they dress, bending over showing the world they br__sts
i slit their neck after f_ckin’ naked doggystyle in the field
and leave their ass there, sh_t i don’t care, i’m off a couple pills
plus a couple blunts of k!ll and a fifth of bourbon, what’s the deal?
a n_gga perfing now for real, sweating bad and can’t keep still
chills through my body, hotties smoking as i bail to
my next destination, bodies floating after i bail through
i got so much to tell you, just ain’t got enough time
’bout all the marks that i ran into and n_ggas that crossed the line
snitches that dropped a dime, b_tches that cost me time
in the sacramento county jail where i wrote half the rhymes
from my first album but now i’m out and everybody paying
all them m_th_f_ckas snaking and b_tch n_ggas that was hating
leave ’em shaking somewhere, i don’t care and n_gga f_ck you too
’cause i used to front you dope sacks back in ’92
now you wanna act like you the big man balling
you know who you is, n_gga, so you need to stop calling
you a b_tch, spending chips to get a trick, man you’s a captain save a
so here, taste this spray, i used to love ya, now i hate ya
and that’s the way i’ll play ya ’cause you played yourself already
you shouldn’t have been a sucka for love
give up that feddi, cuz
[chorus]
f_ck a struggle, even if i gotta make blood bubble
it’s a hustle, strap m_ffled, hopping on blood puddles
for my cuzzo doing time, 80 proof gets guzzled
even if i gotta make blood bubble, f_ck a struggle
f_ck a struggle, even if i gotta make blood bubble
it’s a hustle, strap m_ffled, hopping on blood puddles
for my cuzzo doing time, 80 proof gets guzzled
then we bust your sh_t wide and raise you up off them bundles, n_gga

[verse 3]
now every time i grab the mic it’s like everybody listen
all tryna figure out who the f_ck a n_gga dissing
but i’m just keeping it real, that’s why i don’t mention names
’cause half of these n_ggas ain’t even worth it, they just frauds in the game
i’m from the north where the gangstas and the hustlers hang
i’m from that porch where we used to post and hustle that caine
say f_ck a wh0re, k!lled them bottles up and do our thang
and if it’s war, load them hollows up and put down the bang
blow out some brains, sn_tching chains, do our thang in the rain
camouflaged by the weather, n_gga, this north gate gang
forever so you bustas better give me fifteen feet
or hide your hustle when i come around, i’ll sn_tch your little ass off the street
and see, my mission ain’t complete until my dollars get stacked up
to the point where i can just kick back and smoke a hundred sacks up
like any time i want, don’t have to ask no one for sh_t
’cause 9 times out of 10 if they refuse i’ll blast the b_tch
i pass the fifth to my playa partnas and that’s all
so b_tches, keep your lips off if they ain’t wrapped around b_lls
i keep the strap in my drawls ’cause so many n_ggas be hating
over sh_t i be saying or all the game i be laying
i take ’em to the next level, loc, and they don’t like that
’cause they still stuck on that other, who can f_ck with the hustla?
i lay it down for the north and represent the whole town
and if you ain’t siccmade, b_tch, you’re probably struggling now
[chorus]
f_ck a struggle, even if i gotta make blood bubble
it’s a hustle, strap m_ffled, hopping on blood puddles
for my cuzzo doing time, 80 proof gets guzzled
even if i gotta make blood bubble, f_ck a struggle
f_ck a struggle, even if i gotta make blood bubble
it’s a hustle, strap m_ffled, hopping on blood puddles
for my cuzzo doing time, 80 proof gets guzzled
then we bust your sh_t wide and hit your safe for them bundles, n_gga

[outro]
n_gga, i’m tried of m_th_f_ckin’ starving, all that sh_t, n_gga
f_ck anybody who ain’t down with siccmade
f_ck anybody who ain’t down with my n_gga e_moe
and it’s like that, n_gga, now eat
we gon’ put the food on the m_th_f_ckin’ plate, n_gga
and you gon’ eat that sh_t, n_gga
north side, siccmade, b_flat, cos, brotha lynch
godd_mn, should i go on or should i stop right here?

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