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Keepin it realVerse One: 2PacI take a shot of Henessey now I'm strong enough to face the madnessNickel bag full of sess weed laced with hashPhone calls from my niggaz on the, other sideTwo childhood friends just died, I couldn't cryA damn shame, when will we ever changeAnd what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainArguements with my Boo is trueI spend mo' time with my niggaz than I do with youBut everywhere it's the same thang, that's the gameI'll be damned if a thang changed, fuck the fameI'll be hustling to make a mill-ion, lord knowsAin't no love for us ghetto children, so we coldRag top slowin down, time to stop for gasBeep my horn for a hoochie with a proper ass, uhhIt ain't easy, that's my mottoDrinkin Tanqueray straight out the bottleEverybody wanna know if I'm insaneMy baby mama gotta mind full of silly gamesAnd all the drama got me stressin like I'm hopeless, I can't copeMe and the homies smokin roaches, cause we brokeLate night hangin out til the sunrise gettin highWatchin the cops roll byIt ain't easy... that's rightChorus: 2PacIt ain't easy, being meWill I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free(repeat 3X)Verse Two: 2PacI can't sleep niggaz plottin on to kill me while I'm dreaminWake up sweaty and screamin, cause I can hear them suckers scheminProbably paranoid, problem is, them punks be fantasizinA brother bite the bullet, open fire and I diedI wonder why this the way it is, even nowLookin out for these killer kids, cause they wildBill Clinton can you recognize a nigga representinDoin twenty to life in San QuentinGettin calls from my nigga Mike Tyson, ain't nuttin niceYo 'Pac, do something righteous witcha lifeAnd even thou you innocent you still a nigga, so they figureRather have you behind bars than triggersBut I'm hold ya down and holla Thug Life, lickin shotsTil I see my niggaz free on the blockBut no it ain't easy, hahahahTil I see my niggaz free, on the block, ohIt ain't easyChorus 2.75Verse Three: 2PacLately been reminiscinbout Peppermint Schnapps in Junior High hit the blockKeep an eye on the cops while D-Boys slang rocksIt's the project kid without a conscience, I'm havin dreamsof hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peersthrough the years tryin to stack a little greenI was only seventeen, when I started servin fiendsAnd I wish there was another way to stack a dollarSo my apoli', casue these hard times make me wanna hollerWill I live to see tommorrow, am I fallin off?I hit the weed and then proceed to say fuck all of y'allAin't nobody down with me I'm thuggin, I can't go homeCause muh-fuckers think I'm buggin, so now I'm inthis high powered cell at the county jailPunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, whatdo I do in these county bluesGettin battered and bruised by the you know whoAnd these fakes get to shakin when they face meSnakes ain't got enough nuts to replace meSittin in this, livin hell, listenin to niggaz yellTryin to torture em to tell, I'm gettin mailBut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nutsis makin bucks while these sluts is gettin fuckedThey violated my probation, and it seemsI'll be goin on a long vacation, meanwhileIt ain't easyNo it ain't easyChorusChorusmore