Struggle Lyrics

(feat. Trife Da God)

[Chorus: sample]
All my life, it's been one big struggle
Born and raised... in the slums of trouble, I'm all...

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, I was born and raise in New York City
The home of the Yankees, the Jam Master Jay's and the
Biggie's
Ralph Icey's, Jet mags, cops surveillance, it's high tech
Our appearance is we still in the grind, and direct
But on my side of town shit's gorilla, phone booths is
broke
Behind the building niggaz on post
What up Doc? What up Lord? I'm chilling
These motherf*ckers got my name and my face Placed up in every building
You see what that do to the children, that ain't right
I've been raised in these projects, damn near, all my
life
And these faggots wanna do this to me, I'ma lay low
And blow that cop, son, you watch, no lie, word to my
momma, dunn
They don't want the drama, thunn, 'member me in '86?
Knocked out four cops, got knocked on the outer bridge
Bagged me with two clips, a fifth of Bacardi Dark
I spared them, cause all of them left with they body
parts
I'm not crazy

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