Lyrical Breakdown of Everyday Struggle - 2005 Remaster - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how The Notorious B.I.G. weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Everyday Struggle - 2005 Remaster" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that The Notorious B.I.G. employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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I don't wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door I'm living everyday 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 everyday like a hustle Another drug to juggle, another day, another struggle I know how it feels to wake up fucked up Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell People look at you like you're the user Selling drugs to all the losers mad Buddha abuser But they don't know about the 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 s-shit I remember I was just like you Smoking blunts with my crew Flipping oldies '62s 'Cause G-E-D was it B-I-G, I got P-A-I-D That's why my moms hates me She was forced to kick me out, no doubt Then I figured out Nick's went for 20 down south Packed up my tools for my raw power move Glock 19 for casket and flower moves Four drunks trying 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 trying to hear it Smoking mad Newports 'cause I'm doing court for an assault That I caught in Bridge Port, New York Catch me if you can like the ginger bread 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 everyday 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 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 Tutex to take over these projects They call him Tutex, he tote two TEC's And when he starts to bust He likes to ask who's next? I got my honies on the Amtrack With the crack in the crack of her ass Two pounds of hash in the stash I wait for hun to make some quick cash I told her she could be lieutenant, bitch got gassed At last I'm literally lounging Black Seating back counting double digit thousands stacks Had to re-up see what's up with my peeps Toyota dealer cars 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 I heard Tec got murdered in a town I've 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 where she hit the bricks, I'll make the hooker rich Conspiracy should be home in three Until them I look south for the home 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 everyday 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 everyday like a hustle Another drug to juggle, another day, another struggle I'm seeing body after body and our mayor Giuliani Ain't trying to see no black man turn into John Gotti My daughter use a potty so she's older now Educated street knowledge I'ma mold her now Trick 'er little dope buying young girls tringes Dealing with the dope fiend binges Seeing syringes in the veins Hard to explain how I maintain The crack smoke makes my brain feel so strange Breaking days on the set no sweat from cold moet Can't bag yet because it's still wet But when I dry back in five at a time I can clock about nine on the check cashing line I had to burst on the third Rehearse that's my word Thinking the game Ds knew my first name Should I quit? Shit no! Even though they had me scared Yo they gotta eight I gotta tec with air holes That's just how the shit goes in the struggle mother fucker I don't wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door I'm living everyday 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 everyday 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 everyday 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 everyday like a hustle Another drug to juggle, another day, another struggle Junior Mafia