Keepin it real
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Verse One: 2Pac
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I take a shot of Henessey now I'm strong enough to face the madness
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Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash
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Phone calls from my niggaz on the, other side
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Two childhood friends just died, I couldn't cry
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A damn shame, when will we ever change
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And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brain
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Arguements with my Boo is true
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I spend mo' time with my niggaz than I do with you
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But everywhere it's the same thang, that's the game
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I'll be damned if a thang changed, fuck the fame
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I'll be hustling to make a mill-ion, lord knows
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Ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold
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Rag top slowin down, time to stop for gas
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Beep my horn for a hoochie with a proper ass, uhh
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It ain't easy, that's my motto
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Drinkin Tanqueray straight out the bottle
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Everybody wanna know if I'm insane
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My baby mama gotta mind full of silly games
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And all the drama got me stressin like I'm hopeless, I can't cope
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Me and the homies smokin roaches, cause we broke
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Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high
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Watchin the cops roll by
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It ain't easy... that's right
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Chorus: 2Pac
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It ain't easy, being me
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Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free
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(repeat 3X)
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Verse Two: 2Pac
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I can't sleep niggaz plottin on to kill me while I'm dreamin
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Wake up sweaty and screamin, cause I can hear them suckers schemin
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Probably paranoid, problem is, them punks be fantasizin
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A brother bite the bullet, open fire and I died
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I wonder why this the way it is, even now
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Lookin out for these killer kids, cause they wild
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Bill Clinton can you recognize a nigga representin
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Doin twenty to life in San Quentin
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Gettin calls from my nigga Mike Tyson, ain't nuttin nice
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Yo 'Pac, do something righteous witcha life
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And even thou you innocent you still a nigga, so they figure
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Rather have you behind bars than triggers
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But I'm hold ya down and holla Thug Life, lickin shots
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Til I see my niggaz free on the block
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But no it ain't easy, hahahah
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Til I see my niggaz free, on the block, oh
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It ain't easy
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Chorus 2.75
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Verse Three: 2Pac
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Lately been reminiscin
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bout Peppermint Schnapps in Junior High hit the block
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Keep an eye on the cops while D-Boys slang rocks
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It's the project kid without a conscience, I'm havin dreams
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of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers
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through the years tryin to stack a little green
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I was only seventeen, when I started servin fiends
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And I wish there was another way to stack a dollar
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So my apoli', casue these hard times make me wanna holler
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Will I live to see tommorrow, am I fallin off?
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I hit the weed and then proceed to say fuck all of y'all
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Ain't nobody down with me I'm thuggin, I can't go home
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Cause muh-fuckers think I'm buggin, so now I'm in
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this high powered cell at the county jail
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Punk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what
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do I do in these county blues
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Gettin battered and bruised by the you know who
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And these fakes get to shakin when they face me
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Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace me
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Sittin in this, livin hell, listenin to niggaz yell
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Tryin to torture em to tell, I'm gettin mail
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But ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts
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is makin bucks while these sluts is gettin fucked
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They violated my probation, and it seems
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I'll be goin on a long vacation, meanwhile
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It ain't easy
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No it ain't easy
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Chorus
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Chorus
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It Ain't Easy
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| 2Pac |
