Artist: Bizzy Bone & Layzie Bone f/ Krayzie Bone, Petey Pablo, Wish Bone Album: Bone Brothers III Song: The Struggle Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Petey Pablo] Yeah it's a struggle in this life Sometimes, people around the world can't understand the struggle But if you were born in the country Then you know, everything I'm talkin 'bout [Interlude: Layzie Bone] + (Petey Pablo) Bone, Bone Bone Bone Bone (heyyy) {*7X*} Bone, Bone Bone Bone (heyyyyy) [Chorus: Petey Pablo] I've been locked outdoors (do') out in the cold (cold) In the streets, belly of the beast, no place to go (go) Rabid like a dog (dog) tryin to, get on (get on) Charge a nigga next to nothin FOR 16 BARS! Y'ALL, don't hear me though; Y'ALL, don't feel me though Y'ALL, don't understand the intensity of my role It's a struggle, struggle, to survive It's a struggle, struggle, in this life, of mine! [Layzie Bone] It's a struggle out here mayne Tell 'em Petey, it's real out here See a nigga from the G-H-,E-T-T-O where the niggaz slung dope in the snow, fo' sho' In the city that I'm from niggaz go for broke This Cleveland nigga, what you ain't know? I'm in the concrete jungle, we can do it we can rumble Take it to the hood and make your whole clique crumble All I ever see was heavy smoke in the air They got me bustin off shots like I just don't care In the hood like a muh'fucker, always had to struggle mayne Always been a winner though I never knock the hustle game Some of them niggaz they'll never change Bounce back with a hit like a nigga made of rubber mayne Bad motherfucker dawg, you don't really wanna tell a nigga he can get it, if I gotta get up on it If I got it I'ma flaunt it, I'ma make a nigga want it Smack the hater in the face with a stack of them hundreds All about the dollar bill, you don't wanna holler kill Been broke and I know how that feels Still real in the field tryin to get another mil' Life is love and nigga that's for real [Interlude] + [Chorus] [Wish Bone] I'ma hit 'em with a hustle, I ain't him On the block in the winter with the whip, Timb's on, lights on Let's go, no no, gotta give 'em what they came for Still need dough to fold Bet ya hood at quite like mines Step up and you will lay down Let's see yours, I'm comin for mine So pay now, or lay down Hit 'em with a hurricane, I'm serious mayne Glock cocked, you don't wanna play No games, insane - everybody, every day In the midst of all the shit, better be good If you spit some shit, nigga better be hood I'ma rep this thug shit, speak this thug shit Live this thug shit, FUCK them other niggaz~! [Interlude] + [Chorus] [Krayzie Bone] Now let me tell you about a hustler stayin above the water I'm not even makin my quota but they know I'm hotter than Florida Niggaz know I'ma sew it up like a suicide bomber I blow 'em up cause they just some soldiers Nigga I done paid my dues, you don't really wanna walk in my shoes You ain't tryin to get caught up in my blues It's like the news cause every different day is a struggle but nigga anxious to bubble, we gotta huddle - they don't hear me though They don't know about our hard times nigga 'til they saw mine Then I bet they be like "Oh wow, you alive?" Talk about a nigga homeless Man I put the less in the home and in the coldest winters But I don't wanna live a, life like this-a Cause pretty soon I'd rather got a up pipe nigga If I don't come up on me some bread Cause I got a lotta demons runnin through in my head, yeah And I really bet I'm thinkin never knowin that I'm goin And I'm runnin through the snow because I'm huntin for a motherfucker What you know about hard times? [Chorus] [Bizzy Bone] And I'm ready for the world's war and stuck up in the mind Out of the dark, and when we talkin to the Lord No adultery callin me, spoilin me sword Swallow the pain, game that I could have never won We rep it with the sights see, hide me, why me? Many want to fight me, beside me, then bite me Like me, love me, then shove me righteously Only could be me, only could be me Tired of me, vibe with me, slide with me violently Up from the sun and we come, if we don't We gave you your wings and they got no love for me No drug on me, Christ roll with me I keep the sun with me, everything pimpin Enemies get singin green, 350 AK, shotgun double barrels I say rock, son [Chorus]