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 m