Trying to Make it Through

Fam Base All my thugs say [Verse 1: 2Pac] Sick, Thicker than most of these tricks I got my mind on makin money but you stuck on these fake bitches I stay blunted, And never fronted and I doubt if I do Cause if I did, Then I get beat up by my fuckin crew A real nigga, Since you figure that you ready to box You catchin knots from my nigga Freddie Foxxx And Ahk, You really don't want none from Pac Cause I'll be strapped wit a Glock And throw thangs like I'm born to box I'll hit this motherfuckin gin then I'll be all in Hell yeah, Young niggas straight ballin And everybody wants to see if I'm a g weighin 165 And I'm high 'til I fuckin die Thug life in this motherfucker catchin wreck Big stretch hit me off when I hit the set But now I'm cool cause I'm tipsy and I filla Nigga tryin to see if I'm a killa Cmon [Hook] If my pain don't speak my story, If these words don't speak my soul If my struggle be the legacy, In this world if I let go Is it the only thing that's constant is a change that's overdue? If they fault me for my attitude, I'm just tryin to make it through [Verse 2: Freddie Foxxx] It's Bump Knucks from the underground still full of rage Rhymes, I write 'em in blood, They spill through the page I been on my Lillo Thomas, layin in the cut Waitin for feds and snitches to move, Nigga what? I'm a smooth nigga but, I'm extra deadly I'm 45 minutes of gangster medley's I'm a crook, to the heart B, Master the theft Steal everything but air, I won't take ya breath Y'all know, The 3 pound 7 cali revolve Got a murder to solve, My heart was involved I'm a thug nigga, I still say fuck a label Fuck wit ray, And nigga you will duck a table Krupt mob, My Nigga we bounce from the jake's Tryin to turn into key's, The ounces we take I'm a locman, Diamond, Rhymin godzilla Wit the calico's cocked, You fuckin wit a killa [Hook] [Verse 3: Benzino] Don't you ever think for a minute I wasn't comin back Makaveli would never be on a Shady track How could you ever insinuate the inprobable? The number 1 rapper alive? How is it possible? Runnin through these industry niggas like I was Ray Lewis Never scurred to press on the trigger because I been through it Tryin to keep me from flyin, They gonna let you do it Only thing that kept me from dyin is makin rap music Tell me what you hidin for, Was it miami on memorial day? Up in the all-star in La, Super bowl sunday We up in houston where niggas like the gunplay And everybody's shootin, I'm a universal hood nigga, Me and Bumpy put it down Wit Makaveli, These niggas wasn't even around What's the difference between ya niggas and mine? We was up in the studio wit the realist of all time [Hook]