Eat a dick up      Stick up, stick up, stick up kids   Still don't nothin' move but the money   Stick up, stick up, stick up kids   Still don't nothin' move but the money      Strugglin', jugglin', got it to the black man   Eatin' the scams like I was motherfuckin' Pac Man   Cops step off, you know the flavor   They fear the ruffneck niggaz with the lunatic behavior      And now we gotta eat, gotta make ends meet   Stabbin' for a fee, it gets hard on the fuckin' streets   It's like a madness, fuck making gravy   I rhyme and do crimes, 'cuz either way pays me      A little rough with a hardcore, theme   Couldn't rough something rougher in your, dreams   Mad rugged so you know we're gonna, rip   With that roughneck nigga named 2Pacalypse      Representing YG'z yo   Flip Stretch Homicide and my nigga Gambino   Seek and Po can't forget Money Bags   Stickin' up spots and jumpin' in Jags      Gotta get ahead and always stay bumblin'   And always keep a hand on the gat   'Cuz a niggaz straight strugglin'      Stick up, stick up, stick up kids   Still don't nothin' move but the money   Stick up, stick up, stick up kids   Still don't nothin' move but the money      I used to be on tour, but now I'm sick of strugglin'   I thought about bumpin', but mother-fuck jugglin'   I know it lasts longer, gets my pockets thicker   But I'd rather use my gun 'cuz I get the money quicker, so bust it      Look as I cut the records hard to eject   A quick clip threw my body down uhh, it's another hit   I got energy to blast now you want the task here   'Cuz of the light a motherfucker shot that ass up      But rugged and rough is how I'm steppin'   Mac is the weapon, and it's always kept in   Eye on the Mac 'cuz the dogg got it goin' on   If you come up steppin' you'll be lit like a hick      So you better chill, 'cuz I got too much money to get   A street thug in the motherfuckin' house, I'm strugglin'   Get drunk but I don't think   I'm just in it for the money, don't be a punk snitch      When I yank up my gun, don't run don't bitch   'Cuz ya know if you do, you'll be layin' in a ditch   You'll get your stupid ass blown out the frame   'Cuz I'm playing to win, and survive in the game, I'm strugglin'      Stick up, stick up, stick up kids   Still don't nothin' move but the money   Stick up, stick up, stick up kids   Still don't nothin' move but the money      Big up, big up, got him in the frame, bang   Ain't nothin' changed set it off I let the brains hang   Guess who's back, to put niggaz on they back   Till I call back, niggaz runnin' free better fall back      I'm fifty niggaz deep beat sleep   With a Mossberg wrapped in my seats   Three deep in my Jeep chief run with the Young Gunz   Strugglin' and strivin', that's how the dough come      Now get gunned by the one with the gun for the low goal   Throw a bolo so low when I flow yo   Much too high to read the signs, I'm blind   Clickin' on the nine, out to get mine      I go big up, big up, gotta make the room, boom   Blowin' motherfuckers to the moon   Niggaz need to feel me a real G, home from the bumblin'   See me on the block, strugglin'      And rollin' with the roughnecks nuff checks cashed   I get in niggaz ass, blast   Straight strugglin'      Stick up, stick up, stick up kids   Still don't nothin' move but the money   Stick up, stick up, stick up kids   Still don't nothin' move but the money      Stick up, stick up, stick up kids   Still don't nothin' move but the money   Stick up, stick up, stick up kids   Still don't nothin' move but the money      Stick up, stick up, stick up kids   Still don't nothin' move but the money   Stick up, stick up, stick up kids   Still don't nothin' move but the money   ...