Everyday Struggle
The Notorious B. I. G./Musicfire.in Lyrics


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I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle;
another day, another struggle
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday 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 youse 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 livin so devilish, ssshit
I remember I was just like you
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
Cause G-E-D, 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 licks went for twenty down South
Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Glock nineteen 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 and 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 mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle;
another day, another struggle
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday 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-Tecs to take over this projects
They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
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, blowing like a bubble;
in the everyday struggle

I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle;
another day, another struggle
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle;
another day, another struggle

I'm seeing body after body and our mayor Guiliani
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 mold 'er 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 Moet, 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 cashin 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 gotta teck with air holes..
..and that's just how the shit go in the struggle motherfucker

Hah.. c'mon.. what you say?

I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle;
another day, another struggle
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle;
another day, another struggle

Uhh, uhh
Junior M.A.F.I.A., right (yeah..)




(rock on..)
(WOO! .. Biggie Smalls .. right ..)

Overall Meaning

In “Everyday Struggles”, The Notorious B.I.G. aka Biggie Smalls delves into the difficulties of his everyday life, including financial struggles, the constant need to hustle and the fear of losing his life. He compares his experience to that of other drug dealers who engage in illegal activities like him, who have constantly to look over their shoulders, always on the move, and knowing that their way of life can easily lead to prison or worse, death. The line, “Sometimes I Hear death knocking at my front door” is a clear indication that he is in a dangerous environment where he doesn’t know what could happen at any given moment. The song also explores his desire to improve the situation for those around him, trying to empower his daughter and giving himself a sense of control by rising to the top of the drug dealing hierarchy.


Through the lyrics, Biggie shows an intimate relationship with street life, but he also depicts the hazards of it. There are times when he reflects on why he lives a life filled with so many struggles and how easy it would be for him to surrender to death. Meanwhile, he also acknowledges his awareness of the dangers of his chosen career and how it puts his own life and his family's lives in jeopardy.


The song is a reflection of Biggie's life struggle, but it is also a glimpse into the lives of countless individuals who encounter similar struggles every day. It speaks to the reality of life for many who are born into poverty and must resort to finding ways to survive.


Line by Line Meaning

I don't wanna live no mo'
Biggie is tired of struggling to get by and is contemplating death as an escape.


Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
Biggie is aware that death could come knocking on his door at any moment.


I'm livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle; another day, another struggle
Biggie's life is a constant struggle, as he has to hustle to make ends meet and juggle dealing drugs on top of that.


I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
Biggie understands the feeling of waking up in a bad situation.


Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
Biggie has no money and needs to sell drugs to make ends meet.


People look at you like youse the user
Others who don't understand Biggie's struggles view him as a drug user and not someone who sells drugs to make a living.


Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
Biggie sells drugs to those who are struggling like he is and may use drugs to cope with their problems.


But they don't know about your stress-filled day
Others don't understand the amount of stress that Biggie deals with on a daily basis.


Baby on the way mad bills to pay
Biggie has a child on the way and needs to find a way to pay his bills on top of everything else.


That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, ssshit
Biggie drinks to cope with his problems and wishes he wasn't living such a difficult life.


I remember I was just like you
Biggie remembers when he was in a similar situation as those he sells drugs to.


Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
Biggie and his friends smoke weed and mess around with cars to pass the time.


Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
Biggie wasn't successful in school, but he found a way to make money regardless.


I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me
Biggie made money dealing drugs, which caused his mother to hate him for it.


She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Biggie's mother kicked him out of her home due to his drug dealing.


Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South
Biggie discovered that he could make a lot of money by stealing goods and selling them in the south.


Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Biggie prepared to make a big move to increase his wealth and influence.


Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
Biggie carries a gun to protect himself and will use it if needed to defend himself or his business interests.


for chumps tryin to stop my flow
Biggie is not afraid to use violence against anyone who tries to stop his drug dealing business.


And what they don't know will show on the autopsy
If anyone tries to test him, Biggie will use deadly force, and they will end up dead.


Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Biggie went to see his supplier (Papi) to buy a large quantity of drugs.


Asked for some consignment and he wasn't tryin to hear it
Biggie tried to arrange a deal where he would not have to pay for the drugs upfront, but his supplier was not interested in such an arrangement.


Smoking mad Newports cause I'm due in court for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
Biggie smokes cigarettes because he is stressed out about an upcoming court date for an assault charge in Bridgeport, New York.


Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
Biggie feels like he is constantly being pursued by the police and others who want to bring him down.


You better have your gat in hand, cause man
If anyone tries to catch Biggie, they better be armed and ready for a fight.


I had the master plan
Biggie has a detailed plan for how he will succeed in his drug dealing business.


I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland with my man Two-Tecs to take over this projects
Biggie is on his way to Maryland with Two-Tecs to expand his drug dealing business and gain greater control over these projects.


They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
Two-Tecs is known for carrying two guns.


And when he start to bust he like to ask, "Who's next?"
When Two-Tecs starts shooting, he likes to taunt his enemies by asking them who is next to be shot.


I got my honey on the Amtrak with the crack in the crack of her ass
Biggie has sent someone (his "honey") on the Amtrak train with drugs hidden in her butt.


Two pounds of hash in the stash
Biggie has two pounds of hash stored away for later use or sale.


I wait for hon to make some quick cash
Biggie is relying on his "honey" to sell the drugs and make money quickly.


I told her she could be Lieutenant, bitch got gassed
Biggie promises his "honey" a high-ranking position in his drug dealing business to encourage her to continue selling drugs.


At last, I'm literally loungin black
Biggie is finally relaxing and taking it easy.


Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks
Biggie is very wealthy and can count stacks of money in the tens of thousands.


Had to re-up; see what's up with my peeps
Biggie needs to restock his drugs and check on his associates' well-being.


Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the Jeeps
Biggie bought several Jeeps during a sale at the Toyota dealership.


See who got smoked, what rumors was spread
Biggie wants to find out who has been killed and what lies are being told about him and his business.


Last I heard I was dead with six to the head
Biggie was rumored to be dead, having been shot six times in the head.


Then I got the phone call, it couldn't hit me harder
Biggie received a phone call that shocked him and caused him great distress.


We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
Someone infiltrated Biggie's drug dealing business, similar to how Nino Brown's business was infiltrated in the movie New Jack City.


Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of by some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners
Biggie learned that his associate Tec was murdered by someone named Alberta with guns that had nickel plating in a town he was not familiar with.


And my bitch swear to God she won't snitch
Biggie's girlfriend promised she won't reveal anything to the authorities.


I told her when she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich
Biggie will reward his girlfriend financially if he gets out of jail and is successful again.


Conspiracy, she'll be home in three
Biggie's girlfriend is facing conspiracy charges and will likely be released from jail in three years.


Until then I looks out for the whole family
Biggie is in charge of taking care of his entire family while his girlfriend is in jail.


A true G, that's me, blowing like a bubble; in the everyday struggle
Biggie is a true gangster and is constantly struggling to survive and thrive in the criminal underworld.


I'm seeing body after body and our mayor Guiliani ain't tryin to see no black man turn to John Gotti
Biggie is witnessing a lot of violence (possibly due to his drug dealing) and believes that Mayor Giuliani doesn't want to see black men become powerful and influential in the same way that John Gotti was.


My daughter use a potty so she's older now
Biggie's daughter is growing up and becoming more independent.


Educated street knowledge I'ma mold 'er now
Biggie wants to teach his daughter how to survive and thrive in the tough streets where he lives.


Trick a little dough buyin young girls fringes
Biggie spends some of his money on buying fancy clothes for young women.


Dealin with the dope fiend binges, seein syringes in the veins; hard to explain, how I maintain
Biggie is dealing with drug addicts and seeing the negative effects that drugs have on people. It is difficult for him to explain how he maintains his sanity and keeps making money in such a difficult environment.


The crack smoke make my brain feel so strange
Biggie has been smoking crack and it is affecting his mental state.


Breakin days on the set, no sweat
Biggie is breaking down drugs on the street with ease.


Drunk off Moet, can't bag yet because it's still wet
Biggie is drinking and partying but cannot package the drugs yet because they are still too moist.


But when that dry, baggin five at a time
When the drugs dry out, Biggie can package five bags of drugs at once.


I can clock about nine on the check cashin line
Biggie can make a lot of money by cashing checks at a specific location.


I had the first and the third; rehearse that's my word
Biggie is confident in his ability to break down and package drugs.


Thick in the game, D's knew my first name
Biggie is very involved in the drug dealing business and is well-known by law enforcement.


Should I quit? Shit no! Even though they had me scared
Biggie is not considering quitting his drug dealing business, even though he is frightened by law enforcement's attempts to catch him.


Yo they got a eight, I gotta teck with air holes..
Biggie's competitors have a .38 caliber handgun, but he has a more advanced weapon with hollow-point bullets.


..and that's just how the shit go in the struggle motherfucker
Biggie accepts that his life is difficult but will continue dealing drugs and fighting for success. It is just how things are in this environment.




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

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