Artist: Big Syke f/ 2Pac, Hussein Fatal, FlipSide Album: Where I've Been Mixtape Song: The Struggle Continues (Remix) Typed by: westbingmanson@gmail.com [2Pac talking] The struggle continues The struggle continues The struggle continues [Verse 1: 2Pac] Now I was born as a rebel making trouble for the Devil Take this gangbang shit, to a whole another level Can you feel me now? Armies in every city, definition of power Players, are you with me? See the war is the prophecy, survival is the strategy Rest in peace To my comrades that's deceased Organize the streets in time You'll have these devils petrified of a nigga in his right mind They tell us that we hopeless and hell bound It's for the brothers in penitentiaries jailed down I got you in my heart until the day I die Think of the damage we could do, if we wasn't high Can you picture me loc? It's a thug's wrath Political contracts and blood baths For Mutulu Shakur up in the Rikers Though they got you I'll never let them stop me the struggle continues [Verse 2: Hussein Fatal] I gotta get out of town see I done shot another dick Nigga be rolling trip's to keep his mind off sticks They check our parole they supervise my whole size Money wires surprise drug dealer's on the rise These car jack's is federal you soft and shred able Dictionary rapper's you come at me all edible I lit past your crew, like you know what I'm about (Ha ha ha) Guinness style cause Fatal done hit up another house These prop's and pretty niggas getting played like pumps Fucking up these fag front's, fronting on blunts Blast these bitch niggas bullshitting on a body Kill nigga Brown it and me and you can ask Bobby Slick, shoot her and loot her Kill her smoke the Buddha Man this dirty money can't get a little cuter Money and hoes, money and hoes Rest in peace Al. Storm murder case just closed [Verse 3: FlipSide] All I'm trying to do is make a penny But crooked cop's beating down my door like I beat down Resno Dinny They in position with they shot guns But if they kick in my door like I know they catch the hot one They kicked it in So Flip got pissed Now I'm on the run living life as a fugitive The cop's was deep They made a clean sweep I tried to break but caught one in the ass cheek [Verse 4r: Big Syke] A drug smuggler from the underworld Thugging Desperado Visual loco motion from my Teflon hollow's Transgression racketeer probation violator Buster tester, no fear for a Ingle Watts slayer My future's unknown hoochies on the phone calling me Parking down the street from my house trying to follow me Boundaries restricted for a thug unconstitutional Balling out of control from L.A. to Puerto Rico [Verse 5: FlipSide] I'm bleeding bad And damn I need a doctor But I can't do shit until I shake this helicopter A gang banger dope slanger full of anger I killed a cop now they want me on a coat hanger [Verse 6: Big Syke] We smoke Dope and soak Weed and greed ain't uncommon though Dog I'm in need indeed ain't no option though Cookies and chip's I got a street education My homies stressing out cause his babies mama's basing What am I chasing a relationship with god or a female? Secrets don't tell, I just posted bail Fuck Jail and the C.O. from my niggas in the Pen' Treated like a dog for his sin fuck a friend Let my 64 Benz blockade as I fade back streets L.A., Eastside Compton, Long Beach Murderous killer's lunatic kamikazes We drop bodies and throw parties the struggle continues