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Notorious BIG, Frank Sinatra Everyday Struggle A Day in the Life of a Fool REMIX

Notorious BIG, Frank Sinatra Everyday Struggle A Day in the Life of a Fool REMIX

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  1. You ever wish that the two deceased artists of a great remix could have been alive to create the song themselves, and be celebrated for it? No disrespect to the creator of this, you are of course the third party who deserves praise for this. What a thought though, Biggie and Sinatra collaborating to create this.

  2. I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
    Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
    People look at you like youse the user
    Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
    But they don't know about your 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 livin so devilish, ssshit
    I remember I was just like you
    Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
    Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
    I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me
    She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
    Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South
    Packed up my tools for my raw power move
    Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
    for chumps tryin 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 tryin to hear it
    Smoking mad Newports cause I'm due in court
    for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
    Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
    You better have your gat in hand, cause man
    I don't wanna live no mo'
    Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
    I'm livin 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 Two-Tecs to take over this projects
    They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
    And when he start to bust he like to ask, "Who's next?"
    I got my honey on the Amtrak
    with the crack in the crack of her ass
    Two pounds of hash in the stash
    I wait for hon to make some quick cash
    I told her she could be Lieutenant, bitch got gassed
    At last, I'm literally loungin black
    Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks
    Had to re-up; see what's up with my peeps
    Toyota Deal-a-Thon 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
    Heard Tec got murdered in a town I 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 when she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich
    Conspiracy, she'll be home in three
    Until then I looks out for the whole family
    A true G, that's me, blowing like a bubble;
    in the everyday struggle
    I don't wanna live no mo'
    Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
    I'm livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle;
    another day, another struggle
    I'm seeing body after body and our mayor Guiliani
    ain't tryin to see no black man turn to John Gotti
    My daughter use a potty so she's older now
    Educated street knowledge I'ma mold 'er now
    Trick a little dough buyin young girls fringes
    Dealin with the dope fiend binges, seein syringes
    in the veins; hard to explain, how I maintain
    The crack smoke make my brain feel so strange
    Breakin days on the set, no sweat
    Drunk off Moet, can't bag yet because it's still wet
    But when that dry, baggin five at a time
    I can clock about nine on the check cashin line
    I had the first and the third; rehearse that's my word
    Thick in the game, D's knew my first name
    Should I quit? Shit no! Even though they had me scared
    Yo they got a eight, I gotta teck with air holes..
    ..and that's just how the shit go in the struggle motherfucker
    Hah.. c'mon.. what you say?
    I don't wanna live no mo'
    Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
    I'm livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle;
    another day, another struggle
    Uhh, uhh
    Junior M.A.F.I.A., right (yeah..)
    (rock on..)
    (WOO! .. Biggie Smalls .. right ..)

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