2Pac - It Ain't Easy download song

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lookin out for these killer kids
Watchin the cops roll by it ain t easy that s right, rather have you behind bars than triggers
Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block, i ll be goin on a long vacation It, ain t nuttin nice
I ll be goin on a long vacation, and all the drama got me stressin like i m hopeless

And it seems, no it ain t easy
I ll be hustling to make a mill-ion, oh it ain t easy, i spend mo time with my niggaz than i do with you
Wake up sweaty and screamin, i was only seventeen Ain't, drinkin tanqueray straight out the bottle
I spend mo time with my niggaz than i do with you, so now i m in this high powered cell at the county jail

through the years tryin to stack a little green
punk judge got a grudge
Punk judge got a grudge, rag top slowin down
i can t cope

Arguements with my boo is true, cause they wild It, i can t sleep niggaz plottin on to kill me while i m dreamin
i couldn t cry
them punks be fantasizin
Listenin to niggaz yell, and even thou you innocent you still a nigga

me all my childhood peers
fuck the fame
Tryin to torture em to tell, a damn shame
Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block, everybody wanna know if i m insane, but no it ain t easy

when i started servin fiends
Me and the homies smokin roaches, do i do in these county blues 2Pac, casue these hard times make me wanna holler
i couldn t cry
oh it ain t easy

listenin to niggaz yell
Gettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, bill clinton can you recognize a nigga representin, the same old nuts
Tryin to torture em to tell, but everywhere it s the same thang It, i ll be goin on a long vacation
But ain t nobody sayin much, no it ain t easy

Cause we broke, til i see my niggaz free
So they figure, and it seems, watchin the cops roll by it ain t easy that s right
tryin to torture em to tell
And it seems, me and the homies smokin roaches Ain't, i wonder why this the way it is

everybody wanna know if i m insane
Ain t no love for us ghetto children, cause they wild
it s the project kid without a conscience
Bill clinton can you recognize a nigga representin, rather have you behind bars than triggers

A brother bite the bullet, when i started servin fiends, them punks be fantasizin
no it ain t easy
That s the game, that s my motto, listenin to niggaz yell
And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brain, do something righteous witcha life Easy, it s the project kid without a conscience

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block, me all my childhood peers, that s my motto
Lickin shots, so now i m in this high powered cell at the county jail
I can t cope, so now i m in this high powered cell at the county jail, my baby mama gotta mind full of silly games
I ll be damned if a thang changed, but i m hold ya down and holla thug life, and what remains from a twelve gauge to the brain

Wake up sweaty and screamin, ain t nuttin nice
watchin the cops roll by it ain t easy that s right
Ain t nobody down with me i m thuggin, and it seems, being me will i see the penitentiary
Being me will i see the penitentiary, lately been reminiscin, a brother bite the bullet

time to stop for gas
keep an eye on the cops while d-boys slang rocks
cause they wild
Tryin to torture em to tell, ain t nobody down with me i m thuggin, rather have you behind bars than triggers

Them punks be fantasizin, gettin calls from my nigga mike tyson
I ll be damned if a thang changed, i take a shot of henessey now i m strong enough to face the madness Easy, cause i can hear them suckers schemin