The Struggle

(Intro: Killah Priest)
 Cheeba cheeba y'all (uh)
 Cheeba cheeba y'all, don't stop
 Yo... yo, yo
 (Chorus 2X: Killah Priest)
 Get that money, money, money, y'all, yeah
 Support the struggle with your hustle, y'all, yeah
 We need enough guns, nuff funds, nuff weed
 Till y'all could burn, listen till our sadeed
 (William Cooper)
 I show both sides of the coin, we angels with dirty faces
 Some say the love the wicked, more deadly than the hatred
 Life's a bitch, so just face it (face it)
 When out of control, that mouth piece is dangerous
 Know when to put the clamp on, chill out, put ya breaks on
 You better watch the tone, if you wanna keep your face on
 Be all knowledge, that's pursuit of wisdom
 Give me the word, guy, I waste them dirty, tray eight, lace them
 With no fingerprint traces, I flatline your airtime
 You'll be suprised on what's heard on the grapevine
 My box cutter don't stutter, sirens bring handcuffs
 Believe me, that's hood life, time's is rough
 Ya'll lady luck, like Deebo, stack chains with your necks
 Flex muscle, got a strong arm for corporate checks
 Gem Star the Regime, Black Market, the movement
 Like, look and he deliver, we eatin' your food, man
 (Chorus 2X)
 (Killah Priest)
 It's the Market, the projects again
 It's that hard shit, that God is within
 I pick up pens, and put them to lens
 So y'all can see crystal clear, it's official, we here
 Black Market, the God sick, watch us pay homage
 Priest, Trag', both gettin' massages by
 Dime pieces, the rhyme thesis
 The mind eases, the nine releases
 Punk police, we police our own hood
 Brownsville, Queensbridge, move around like wolves
 Can't forget, Gates Ave., taking a cab
 Up late in the lab, I'm finished, you take it Trag'
 (Tragedy Khadafi)
 Yeah, is it the struggle, it's the hustle music on the juggle
 I spit it for black babies, just to show you that I love you
 Little Assata's, little Malcolm's, little Mandela's
 Make fun of your skin color, that's because they really jealous
 The full lips and wide noses on the realest soldiers
 It's way they despise us, and they just really oppose us
 Now I ain't racist, I'm just tryin' tell you what the case is
 Feelin' discrimination, when I walk in different places
 But I'm the truth, and I'm a king and God told me so
 I translated the greatest, so that the babies know
 And to my women, y'all are queens, and we gon' win
 I love y'all hair, I love y'all face, I love y'all brown skin
 I love y'all most, because you stand behind us black men
 (Chorus 2X)