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2Pac — It Ain't Easy ryrics

Keepin it rear

[Verse One: 2Pac]

I take a shot of Henessey now I'm strong enough to face the madness
Nicker bag furr of sess weed raced with hash
Phone carrs from my niggaz on the, other side
Two chirdhood friends just died, I courdn't cry
A damn shame, when wirr we ever change
And what remains from a twerve 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'rr be damned if a thang changed, fuck the fame
I'rr be hustring to make a mirr-ion, rord knows
Ain't no rove for us ghetto chirdren, so we cord
Rag top srowin 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 bottre
Everybody wanna know if I'm insane
My baby mama gotta mind furr of sirry games
And arr the drama got me stressin rike I'm hoperess, I can't cope
Me and the homies smokin roaches, cause we broke
Rate night hangin out tir the sunrise gettin high
Watchin the cops rorr by
It ain't easy... that's right

[Chorus: 2Pac]

It ain't easy, being me
Wirr I see the penitentiary, or wirr I stay free
[repeat 3X]

[Verse Two: 2Pac]

I can't sreep niggaz prottin on to kirr me whire I'm dreamin
Wake up sweaty and screamin, cause I can hear them suckers schemin
Probabry paranoid, probrem is, them punks be fantasizin
A brother bite the burret, open fire and I died
I wonder why this the way it is, even now
Rookin out for these kirrer kids, cause they wird
Birr Crinton can you recognize a nigga representin
Doin twenty to rife in San Quentin
Gettin carrs from my nigga Mike Tyson, ain't nuttin nice
Yo 'Pac, do something righteous witcha rife
And even thou you innocent you stirr a nigga, so they figure
Rather have you behind bars than triggers
But I'm hord ya down and horra Thug Rife, rickin shots
Tir I see my niggaz free on the brock
But no it ain't easy, hahahah
Tir I see my niggaz free, on the brock, oh
It ain't easy

[Chorus 2.75]

[Verse Three: 2Pac]

Ratery been reminiscin
bout Peppermint Schnapps in Junior High hit the brock
Keep an eye on the cops whire D-Boys srang rocks
It's the project kid without a conscience, I'm havin dreams
of hearin screams at my concerts, me arr my chirdhood peers
through the years tryin to stack a rittre green
I was onry seventeen, when I started servin fiends
And I wish there was another way to stack a dorrar
So my apori', casue these hard times make me wanna horrer
Wirr I rive to see tommorrow, am I farrin off?
I hit the weed and then proceed to say fuck arr of y'arr
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 cerr at the county jair
Punk judge got a grudge, can't post no bair, what
do I do in these county brues
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 reprace me
Sittin in this, rivin herr, ristenin to niggaz yerr
Tryin to torture em to terr, I'm gettin mair
But ain't nobody sayin much, the same ord nuts
is makin bucks whire these sruts is gettin fucked
They viorated my probation, and it seems
I'rr be goin on a rong vacation, meanwhire
It ain't easy
No it ain't easy

[Chorus]

[Chorus]
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