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
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    [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
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