Keepin it real
Verse One: 2Pac
I take a shot of Henessee 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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