Struggle
G.M.C Lyrics


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I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
I'm living every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another day, another struggle
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
I'm living every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another day, another struggle

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
Selling 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 living so devilish, shit
I remember I was just like you
Smoking blunts with my crew, flippin' over 62's
'Cause GED wasn't B-I-G
I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms 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 tryin' to 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, he wasn't tryin' to hear it
Smoking 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

I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
I'm living every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another day, another struggle
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
I'm living every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another day, another struggle

I had the master plan, I'm in the Caravan on my way to Maryland
With my man Two-TEC's to take over this projects
They call him Two-TEC's, 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 lounging, black
Sitting back, counting 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, blowing like a bubble
In the everyday struggle

I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
I'm living every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another day, another struggle
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
I'm living every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another day, another struggle

I'm seeing body after body and our mayor Giuliani
Ain't tryin' to 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 buying young girls fringes
Dealing with the dope fiend binges, seeing syringes
In the veins, hard to explain how I maintain
The crack smoke make my brain feel so strange
Breaking days on the set, no sweat
Drunk off Moet, can't bag yet because it's still wet
But when that dry, bagging 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?

I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
I'm living every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another day, another struggle
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
I'm living every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another day, another struggle
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
I'm living every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another day, another struggle
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
I'm living every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another day, another struggle

Junior M.A.F.I.A. right




Yeah, rock on, woo!
Biggie Smalls, right

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of G.M.C's song Struggle portrays the harsh realities of living in the ghetto and the struggle of making ends meet for survival. The song talks about the pressure of living a hustler's life while managing the stress of everyday bills and the difficulty in escaping the drug game. The song highlights the dangers of selling drugs to addicts and the possibility of getting caught and facing the consequences of one's actions.


The song starts by acknowledging the constant threat of death and how the daily struggles of life can cause anxiety and depression. The lyrics describe the feeling of waking up broke, having to sell drugs to survive and paying bills, which can lead to drinking and reminiscing about how life could have been better. The song speaks about surviving in such an environment by adopting a "devilish" lifestyle. The lyrics also depict the danger that comes with the lifestyle and the constant threat of getting shot or arrested.


In the second verse, the lyrics describe the consequences of getting caught up in the drug game. The verse details how the singer moved from selling small quantities of drugs to trafficking, and the risks and rewards that came with the move. The verse also talks about how greed and pride can lead to making decisions that result in violence and death. The verse concludes with the singer exploiting his girlfriend by using her to traffic drugs on his behalf, promising to make her rich once she gets out of prison.


Overall, G.M.C's song Struggle paints a vivid picture of the struggles and dangers of living a hustler's life in the ghetto.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: REGINALD D ELLIS, NORMAN A GLOVER, DAVE GRUSIN, HARVEY JAY MASON, CHRISTOPHER WALLACE

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