2Pac – It Ain't Easy Lyrics

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Keepin it real

[Verse 1]
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 niggas 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, it's true
I spend mo' time with my niggas 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

It ain't easy, being me
Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free

[Verse 2]
I can't sleep niggas 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 though you're 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 niggas free on the block
But no it ain't easy, hahahah

Til I see my niggas free, on the block, oh
It ain't easy


[Verse 3]
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 and 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
Sold my Impala cause 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 niggas yell
Tryna 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


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