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• No Struggle No Progress - UNLV
• Come Up - UNLV

{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
Nigga'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 nigga to get paid
Wasn't born with no silver spoon in my mouth
Without a doubt I'm strugglin'
Fuck doin' bad, I'm drug 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' shit to they friend's, bitches 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 shit like it was hot when will it stop
My pockets is gettin' fat, I'm obligated to live like that
The dope 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 fuckin' 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 shit 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
Nigga ain't about the k shut the fuck 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 shit i'ma above it
'cause if it's a chase I crack yo face mother fuck it no struggle no progress
{lil' ya}
Comin' up you know a nigga 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 fuck i'ma do, I'm almost twenty two
Motherfuck 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 nigga dick, try'na get a nigga end's
Never was around when I didn't have no dividends
Everything I do, I do it my best remember this sayin'

{tec-9}
Well i'ma do it like this, I'm obligated to bust rap's and peel cap's
For snap's in order for me to let go my flow I gained from my
Nigero say five or six year's ago so know ya got's to break
All the bigger nigga's, now as I rome through my closet
I'm comin' up on a bag of trick's I look inside to see what I can come up wit
I found some shit I got a k, as my glock, I'm the nigga that's in my hood
That can't be stopped, the older lady's they fear me
The word was out for lil' kid's not to talk or come near me
I'm on a stroll with my nina and my black glove
Doin' a job, now I rub a dub, in the tub
Now I'm clean ready to pull another capper
Hold up my face is on the front of the paper
Now they got's me on the run, and I'm runnin' to they catch us
I'm talkin' bout myself, and my murderous murder weapon
Down to the end till it's over, give me the last shot
Totally out of control, but what the fuck I'm goin' all out
Where they at, got to go get 'em black, beat that buster broke and
I tell 'em I'm comin' back, this is not the life a player choose
But I get's down nigga for my fuckin' snap's
Nigga's watch y'all back, because ya know I'm on a come up move
Chorus: {magnolia slim}
Nigga's gettin' fuck, nigga's gettin' stuck
It's all I know bout comin' up
Chorus: {tec-9}
Now everybody know I'm a fool that's on a come up move
{3x}
{lil' ya}
Bitch I thought'cha knew I'm from that 1-2-3
From that nolia, still a soldier down with u.n.l.v.
Packin' steel, I'm fa'real ain't no fakin'
I'm in this business for this green, that's what I'm makin'
Got in to it with a nigga, I had to tot my gun
'cause in the ninety's if you slip, you will get done
So let me take ya on a fuckin' capper
Hooked up with mag. slim we bout to make some paper
Called my nigga tec, he must be with yella chillin'
Writin' some rhymes, or bout to do a killin'
But fuck that, money's on my mind, I'm bout to buck
Slipped on the black mask, and I didn't give a fuck
I'm stuck, robbed a nigga out two ki's
B-32 it's up, I was loaded off that sess and I was drinkin' pluck
Now I'm on a come up, I'm strugglin' I'm strivin'
Got to watch my back for them nigga's who be robbin'
I went on a spree, robbed a nigga for a "g" added to my fuckin' product
I'm scored my own ki, rollin' in my camry, listenin' to that tec groove and
I'm strapped, because a nigga on the come up move
Chorus
{yella boy}
In other word's I'm stuck like chuck so you know I got's to buck shit
It's bad in my hood, plus I'm down on my luck
The devil loose, it's shiverin' in a nigga blood if I listen
I'm a end, and show no fear, must run to my momma, 'cause I need money fast
'cause without money, you can't live, you can't last
I heard some new clown across town was runnin' shop
Anything ya need, they got, so i'ma bout to plot
Now all I need is some power from a big gun
Now want's I start, I won't finish till they all done
Two hour's a day I scoped the scene and them boy's packin'
Well they just don't know, they better get ready for a nasty jackin'
I'm down now, not for long I'm from the old school
A small point to these fool's, I got to prove
The game is cold you own yo own is these fuckin' street's
So on my own, i'ma put myself on these fuckin' street's
I'm sick and tired of livin' life is these city blues
I got to get my serve on ya see, I'm a come up mvoe
Chorus {2x}
{magnolia slim}
Y'all done slipped, lettin' me know where ya hang at
Picture this, now when I come bangin' I know where to bang at
Where my thang at, because these nigga's ya got me pissed 'cause
Nigga's be comin' bangin' and missed them nigga's don't hit shit
On the up, fuck that's bad luck
When you go around nigga set, bangin' mister nigga
You was suppose to pluck, stuck got to watch yo back
'cause that monkey all on it, catch ya loose and paranoid
Now them people got ya worried, I handle my business
Full of that fire, don't give me no prayer, don't give me no dare ya
Bitch i'ma go in that well, you know what I mean that other level
Passed the shovel, then i'ma go dig is hole so he can go meet the devil
I'm done several that, daryl this, daryl that
Put that boy head on a plaque, people rat so I scat's and find's
One of my hoes house to chill by, one that I live by and
One that's not afraid to die, so I lay back up by ya who up by the corner
Told ya, that's where I wanna so long a nigga a boner
Ya think I didn't all the time I beat that ass down
Now I'm in another town, nothin' like uptown
So while I'm layin' big bad by a hoe
You know some o'l jinglin' nigga bust through the door
I grab my gun