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"It Ain't Easy"


Keepin it real


[Verse One: 2Pac]


I take a shot of Henessey now I'm strong enough to face the madness

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

Phone calls from my niggaz on the, other side

Two childhood friends just died, I couldn't cry

A damn shame, when will we ever change

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brain

Arguements with my Boo is true

I spend mo' time with my niggaz than I do with you

But everywhere it's the same thang, that's the game

I'll be damned if a thang changed, fuck the fame

I'll be hustling to make a mill-ion, lord knows

Ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold

Rag top slowin down, time to stop for gas

Beep my horn for a hoochie with a proper ass, uhh

It ain't easy, that's my motto

Drinkin Tanqueray straight out the bottle

Everybody wanna know if I'm insane

My baby mama gotta mind full of silly games

And all the drama got me stressin like I'm hopeless, I can't cope

Me and the homies smokin roaches, cause we broke

Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high

Watchin the cops roll by

It ain't easy... that's right


[Chorus: 2Pac]


It ain't easy, being me

Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free

[repeat 3X]


[Verse Two: 2Pac]


I can't sleep niggaz plottin on to kill me while I'm dreamin

Wake up sweaty and screamin, cause I can hear them suckers schemin

Probably paranoid, problem is, them punks be fantasizin

A brother bite the bullet, open fire and I died

I wonder why this the way it is, even now

Lookin out for these killer kids, cause they wild

Bill Clinton can you recognize a nigga representin

Doin twenty to life in San Quentin

Gettin calls from my nigga Mike Tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Yo 'Pac, do something righteous witcha life

And even thou you innocent you still a nigga, so they figure

Rather have you behind bars than triggers

But I'm hold ya down and holla Thug Life, lickin shots

Til I see my niggaz free on the block

But no it ain't easy, hahahah

Til I see my niggaz free, on the block, oh

It ain't easy


[Chorus 2.75]


[Verse Three: 2Pac]


Lately been reminiscin

bout Peppermint Schnapps in Junior High hit the block

Keep an eye on the cops while D-Boys slang rocks

It's the project kid without a conscience, I'm havin dreams

of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

through the years tryin to stack a little green

I was only seventeen, when I started servin fiends

And I wish there was another way to stack a dollar

So my apoli', casue these hard times make me wanna holler

Will I live to see tommorrow, am I fallin off?

I hit the weed and then proceed to say fuck all of y'all

Ain't nobody down with me I'm thuggin, I can't go home

Cause muh-fuckers think I'm buggin, so now I'm in

this high powered cell at the county jail

Punk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

do I do in these county blues

Gettin battered and bruised by the you know who

And these fakes get to shakin when they face me

Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace me

Sittin in this, livin hell, listenin to niggaz yell

Tryin to torture em to tell, I'm gettin mail

But ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

is makin bucks while these sluts is gettin fucked

They violated my probation, and it seems

I'll be goin on a long vacation, meanwhile

It ain't easy

No it ain't easy


[Chorus]


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