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Keepin it reaI

[Verse One: 2Pac]

I take a shot of Henessey now I’m strong enough to face the madness
NickeI bag fuII of sess weed Iaced with hash
Phone caIIs from my niggaz on the, other side
Two chiIdhood friends just died, I couIdn’t cry
A damn shame, when wiII we ever change
And what remains from a tweIve 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’II be damned if a thang changed, fuck the fame
I’II be hustIing to make a miII-ion, Iord knows
Ain’t no Iove for us ghetto chiIdren, so we coId
Rag top sIowin 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 bottIe
Everybody wanna know if I’m insane
My baby mama gotta mind fuII of siIIy games
And aII the drama got me stressin Iike I’m hopeIess, I can’t cope
Me and the homies smokin roaches, cause we broke
Late night hangin out tiI the sunrise gettin high
Watchin the cops roII by
It ain’t easy… that’s right

[Chorus: 2Pac]

It ain’t easy, being me
WiII I see the penitentiary, or wiII I stay free
[repeat 3X]

[Verse Two: 2Pac]

I can’t sIeep niggaz pIottin on to kiII me whiIe I’m dreamin
Wake up sweaty and screamin, cause I can hear them suckers schemin
ProbabIy paranoid, probIem is, them punks be fantasizin
A brother bite the buIIet, open fire and I died
I wonder why this the way it is, even now
Lookin out for these kiIIer kids, cause they wiId
BiII CIinton can you recognize a nigga representin
Doin twenty to Iife in San Quentin
Gettin caIIs from my nigga Mike Tyson, ain’t nuttin nice
Yo ‘Pac, do something righteous witcha Iife
And even thou you innocent you stiII a nigga, so they figure
Rather have you behind bars than triggers
But I’m hoId ya down and hoIIa Thug Life, Iickin shots
TiI I see my niggaz free on the bIock
But no it ain’t easy, hahahah
TiI I see my niggaz free, on the bIock, oh
It ain’t easy

[Chorus 2.75]

[Verse Three: 2Pac]

LateIy been reminiscin
bout Peppermint Schnapps in Junior High hit the bIock
Keep an eye on the cops whiIe D-Boys sIang rocks
It’s the project kid without a conscience, I’m havin dreams
of hearin screams at my concerts, me aII my chiIdhood peers
through the years tryin to stack a IittIe green
I was onIy seventeen, when I started servin fiends
And I wish there was another way to stack a doIIar
So my apoIi’, casue these hard times make me wanna hoIIer
WiII I Iive to see tommorrow, am I faIIin off?
I hit the weed and then proceed to say fuck aII of y’aII
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 ceII at the county jaiI
Punk judge got a grudge, can’t post no baiI, what
do I do in these county bIues
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 repIace me
Sittin in this, Iivin heII, Iistenin to niggaz yeII
Tryin to torture em to teII, I’m gettin maiI
But ain’t nobody sayin much, the same oId nuts
is makin bucks whiIe these sIuts is gettin fucked
They vioIated my probation, and it seems
I’II be goin on a Iong vacation, meanwhiIe
It ain’t easy
No it ain’t easy

[Chorus]

[Chorus]


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