歌名 | it ain´t easy |
歌手 | 2PAC |
专辑 | Me Against The World |
歌词 | 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 [Chorus 2.75] [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 [Chorus] [Chorus] |