Notorius

[Chorus – ×2:]
I don't wanna live no more,
Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door,
I'm livin' every day like a hustle,
Another drug to juggle, another day, another struggle.

[Verse 1:]
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,
Sellin' drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser.
But they don't know about your 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 livin' so devilish, shit!
I remember I was just like you,
Smokin' blunts with my crew, flippin' over 6 to 2's,
‘Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G,
I got P-A-I-D, that's why my mom's hate me.
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt,
Then I figured out nicks went for 20 down south,
Packed up my tools for my raw power move,
Glock 19 for casket and flower moves.
For chumps tryna 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 tryna hear it.
Smokin' 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...

[Chorus – ×2:]
I don't wanna live no more,
Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door,
I'm livin' every day like a hustle,
Another drug to juggle, another day, another struggle.

[Verse 2:]
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 TEC's,
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 loungin' black,
Sittin' back, countin' 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 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, blowin' like a bubble
In the everyday struggle.

[Chorus – ×2:]
I don't wanna live no more,
Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door,
I'm livin' every day like a hustle,
Another drug to juggle, another day, another struggle.

[Verse 3:]
I'm seein' body after body, and our mayor Giuliani
Ain't tryna see no black man turn to John Gotti,
My daughter use a potty so she's older now,
Educated street knowledge, I'ma mould her now.
Trick a little dough buyin' young girls fringes,
Dealin' with the dope fiend binges, seein' syringes
In the veins, hard to explain how I maintain,
The crack smoke make my brain feel so strange.
Breakin' days on the set, no sweat,
Drunk off Moët, can't bag yet because it's still wet,
But when that dry, baggin' 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, D's 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.
And that's just how the shit go in the struggle, mothafucka!
Hah, come on, what you say?

[Chorus – ×2:]
I don't wanna live no more,
Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door,
I'm livin' every day like a hustle,
Another drug to juggle, another day, another struggle.