text: I dont wanna live no more
  Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front door
  Im livin every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
  Another day, another struggle 
  I dont wanna live no more
  Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front door
  Im livin every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
  Another day, another struggle 
  I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
  Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
  People look at you like yous the user
  Sellin drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
  But they dont know about your stress-filled day
  Baby on the way, mad bills to pay
  Thats why you drink Tanqueray, so you can reminisce
  And wish you wasnt livin so devilish, shit
  I remember I was just like you
  Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62s
  Cause G-E-D wasnt B-I-G
  I got P-A-I-D, thats why my moms hate me
  She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
  Then I figured out nicks went for 20s down South
  Packed up my tools for my raw power move
  Glock 19 for casket and flower moves
  For chumps tryin to stop my flow
  And what they dont know will show on the autopsy
  Went to see Papi to cop me a brick
  Asked for some consignment, he wasnt tryin to hear it
  Smokin mad Newports cause Im 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 dont wanna live no more
  Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front door
  Im livin every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
  Another day, another struggle 
  I dont wanna live no more
  Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front door
  Im livin every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
  Another day, another struggle 
  I had the master plan, Im 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, Whos 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, Im literally loungin, black
  Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks
  Had to re-up, see whats up with my peeps
  Toyota deal-athon 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 couldnt 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 wont snitch
  I told her when she hit the bricks Ill make the hooker rich
  Conspiracy, shell be home in three
  Until then I looks out for the whole family
  A true G, thats me, blowin like a bubble
  In the everyday struggle
  I dont wanna live no more
  Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front door
  Im livin every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
  Another day, another struggle 
  I dont wanna live no more
  Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front door
  Im livin every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
  Another day, another struggle 
  Im seein body after body and our mayor Giuliani
  Aint tryin to see no black man turn to John Gotti
  My daughter use a potty so shes older now
  Educated street knowledge, Ima mold her 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 Moët, cant bag yet because its 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, thats my word
  Thick in the game, Ds knew my first name
  Should I quit? Shit no, even though they had me scared
  Yo, they got a eight, I got a TEC with air holes
  And thats just how the shit go in the struggle, motherfucker
  Hah, come on, what you say?
  I dont wanna live no more
  Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front door
  Im livin every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
  Another day, another struggle 
  I dont wanna live no more
  Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front door
  Im livin every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
  Another day, another struggle 
  I dont wanna live no more
  Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front door
  Im livin every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
  Another day, another struggle 
  I dont wanna live no more
  Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front door
  Im livin every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
  Another day, another struggle 
  Junior M.A.F.I.A. right
  Yeah, rock on, woo!
  Biggie Smalls, right
  Junior M.A.F.I.A