No Struggle No Progress - U.N.L.V.
{tec-9}
I don't like to dream about gettin' paid
No time for slippin' no time to get laid
Got to get mine, get it with the tec-9
Ni**a's on the come up, come up, come up
Ya see, time's ain't gettin' no better my momma
Want to take on another job, but I won't let her
Raised up without my daddy 'cause he left me in eighty four
I was to hard for my momma to deal with me so i
Slung all night, and slept all day
Can't figure out, how I turned out that way
Somebody come and help me, my foot is all ready in the grave
What will it take for a ni**a to get paid
Wasn't born with no silver spoon in my mouth
Without a doubt I'm strugglin'
F**k doin' bad, I'm ** smugglin'
But never the less, I got to get my momma out of there
I got a job, just to show her that I care
The player hate'n gettin' bad but it's good
These hoes is schemin' on me they up to no good
Throwin' babies on me, reppin' on me
Talkin' sh*t to they friend's, b**ches think that I'm broke
But I stack my end's, the money came quick, though it was a lil' dirty
I put my money with tee and copped the whole birdie
Slangin' that sh*t like it was hot when will it stop
My pockets is gettin' fat, I'm obligated to live like that
The d**e game is kind of shady, go to do good for my
Momma and my lady, why is time's so hard, I always ask my momma
She told me, part of comin' up is to survive the drama
I feel I was put o the test, I ain't about fallin'
No struggle no progress I'm only about ballin'
{yella boy}
No struggle no progress when I struggle I can't progress
To kickin' it, pushin' it and fightin' try'na come the f**kin' best
But you don't hear me though, so I'm a let you know bout my blue
Here we go again up that ladder, stuck in the middle see
It's the gushy attitude, that makes me once o-n-e
But some serious business sh*t known as the nine five
Patrol on the scene it's it's the I can't let 'em slide
Save up on some cash incas I got to make bail
Is it a twig, go up to the window at the jail bail
Ni**a ain't about the k shut the f**k up or i'ma have to shot
See I'm on the real, no grill no smile just play that third ward boo
Now leave it or love it all the hoe sh*t i'ma above it
'cause if it's a chase I crack yo face mother f**k it no struggle no progress
{lil' ya}
Comin' up you know a ni**a struggle hard
Slangin' rock's everyday in the third ward
The game faded, but it didn't fade my way
'cause I was to small, I had heart down from the start since
The age of five, I was an artist, never took the easy way
Always took the hardest, now I'm twenty one and I'm almost
On my feet, can't get no job, I got six gold teeth
What the f**k i'ma do, I'm almost twenty two
Motherf**k them white folk's I'm a sign with the"u"
Want some talent show's then we made a single
Drop 6th and baronne then all them hoes wanted to mingle
All on a ni**a dick, try'na get a ni**a end's
Never was around when I didn't have no dividends
Everything I do, I do it my best remember this sayin'
No struggle no progress
