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
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 all of y all Ain t nobody down with me I m thuggin
I can t go home Cause muh- ers 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 ed 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 Chorus
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
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 all of y all Ain t nobody down with me I m thuggin
I can t go home Cause muh- ers 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 ed 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 Chorus
