Benzino, 2Pac, Freddie Foxxx - Trying to Make it Through lyrics
[Benzino, 2Pac, Freddie Foxxx - Trying to Make it Through lyrics]
Fam Base all my thugs say
Sick, Thicker than most of these tricks
I got my mind on makin money but
You stuck on these fake bitches
I stay blunted
And never fronted and I doubt if I do
Cause if I did
Then I get beat up by my fuckin crew
A real nigga
Since you figure that you ready to box
You catchin knots from my nigga Freddie Foxxx
And Ahk, You really don't want none from Pac
Cause I'll be strapped wit a Glock
And throw thangs like I'm born to box
I'll hit this motherfuckin gin then
I'll be all in
Hell yeah, Young niggas straight ballin
And everybody wants to see if
I'm a g weighin 165
And I'm high 'til I fuckin die
Thug life in this motherfucker catchin wreck
Big stretch hit me off when I hit the set
But now I'm cool cause I'm tipsy and I filla
Nigga tryin to see if I'm a killa cmon
If my pain don't speak my story
If these words don't speak my soul
If my struggle be the legacy
In this world if I let go
Is it the only thing that's constant
Is a change that's overdue?
If they fault me for my attitude
I'm just tryin to make it through
It's Bump Knucks from the underground
Still full of rage
Rhymes, I write 'em in blood
They spill through the page
I been on my Lillo Thomas, layin in the cut
Waitin for feds and snitches to move
Nigga what?
I'm a smooth nigga but, I'm extra deadly
I'm 45 minutes of gangster medley's
I'm a crook, to the heart B, Master the theft
Steal everything but air
I won't take ya breath
Y'all know, The 3 pound 7 cali revolve
Got a murder to solve, My heart was involved
I'm a thug nigga, I still say fuck a label
Fuck wit ray, and nigga you will duck a table
Krupt mob, My Nigga we bounce from the jake's
Tryin to turn into key's, The ounces we take
I'm a locman, Diamond, Rhymin godzilla
Wit the calico's cocked
You fuckin wit a killa
Don't you ever think for a
Minute I wasn't comin back
Makaveli would never be on a Shady track
How could you ever insinuate the inprobable?
The number 1 rapper alive?
How is it possible?
Runnin through these industry niggas like
I was Ray Lewis
Never scurred to press on the trigger
Because I been through it
Tryin to keep me from flyin
They gonna let you do it
Only thing that kept me from
Dyin is makin rap music
Tell me what you hidin for
Was it miami on memorial day?
Up in the all-star in La, Super bowl sunday
We up in houston where
Niggas like the gunplay
And everybody's shootin, I'm a
Universal hood nigga
Me and Bumpy put it down
Wit Makaveli, These niggas wasn't even around
What's the difference between ya
Niggas and mine? We was up in the studio wit
The realist of all time
Sick, Thicker than most of these tricks
I got my mind on makin money but
You stuck on these fake bitches
I stay blunted
And never fronted and I doubt if I do
Cause if I did
Then I get beat up by my fuckin crew
A real nigga
Since you figure that you ready to box
You catchin knots from my nigga Freddie Foxxx
And Ahk, You really don't want none from Pac
Cause I'll be strapped wit a Glock
And throw thangs like I'm born to box
I'll hit this motherfuckin gin then
I'll be all in
Hell yeah, Young niggas straight ballin
And everybody wants to see if
I'm a g weighin 165
And I'm high 'til I fuckin die
Thug life in this motherfucker catchin wreck
Big stretch hit me off when I hit the set
But now I'm cool cause I'm tipsy and I filla
Nigga tryin to see if I'm a killa cmon
If my pain don't speak my story
If these words don't speak my soul
If my struggle be the legacy
In this world if I let go
Is it the only thing that's constant
Is a change that's overdue?
If they fault me for my attitude
I'm just tryin to make it through
It's Bump Knucks from the underground
Still full of rage
Rhymes, I write 'em in blood
They spill through the page
I been on my Lillo Thomas, layin in the cut
Waitin for feds and snitches to move
Nigga what?
I'm a smooth nigga but, I'm extra deadly
I'm 45 minutes of gangster medley's
I'm a crook, to the heart B, Master the theft
Steal everything but air
I won't take ya breath
Y'all know, The 3 pound 7 cali revolve
Got a murder to solve, My heart was involved
I'm a thug nigga, I still say fuck a label
Fuck wit ray, and nigga you will duck a table
Krupt mob, My Nigga we bounce from the jake's
Tryin to turn into key's, The ounces we take
I'm a locman, Diamond, Rhymin godzilla
Wit the calico's cocked
You fuckin wit a killa
Don't you ever think for a
Minute I wasn't comin back
Makaveli would never be on a Shady track
How could you ever insinuate the inprobable?
The number 1 rapper alive?
How is it possible?
Runnin through these industry niggas like
I was Ray Lewis
Never scurred to press on the trigger
Because I been through it
Tryin to keep me from flyin
They gonna let you do it
Only thing that kept me from
Dyin is makin rap music
Tell me what you hidin for
Was it miami on memorial day?
Up in the all-star in La, Super bowl sunday
We up in houston where
Niggas like the gunplay
And everybody's shootin, I'm a
Universal hood nigga
Me and Bumpy put it down
Wit Makaveli, These niggas wasn't even around
What's the difference between ya
Niggas and mine? We was up in the studio wit
The realist of all time