Keeping it real
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 n***** on the, other side
Two childhood friends just died, I couldn't cry
A d*** shame, when will we ever change
And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brain
Arguments with my Boo is true
I spend mo' time with my n***** than I do with you
But everywhere it's the same thing, that's the game
I'll be d***ed if a thing changed, f*** 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 slowing down, time to stop for gas
Beep my horn for a hoochie with a proper a**,
It ain't easy, that's my motto
Drinking 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 stressing like I'm hopeless, I can't cope
Me and the homies smoking roaches, cause we broke
Late night hanging out til the sunrise getting high
Watching the cops roll by
It ain't easy, that's right
[Chorus: x3]
It ain't easy, being me
Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free
I can't sleep n***** plotting on to kill me while I'm dreaming
Wake up sweaty and screaming, cause I can hear them suckers scheming
Probably paranoid, problem is, them punks be fantasizing
A brother b*** the bullet, open fire and I died
I wonder why this the way it is, even now
Looking out for these killer kids, cause they wild
Bill Clinton can you recognize a n**** representing
Doing twenty to life in San Quentin
Getting calls from my n**** Mike Tyson, ain't nothing nice
Yo 'Pac, do something righteous with ya life
And even thou you innocent you still a n****, so they figure
Rather have you behind bars than triggers
But I'm hold ya down and holla Thug Life, licking shots
Til I see my n***** free on the block
But no it ain't easy,
Til I see my n***** free, on the block, oh
It ain't easy
[Chorus: x3]
Lately been reminiscing
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 having dreams
of hearing screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers
through the years trying to stack a little green
I was only seventeen, when I started serving fiends
And I wish there was another way to stack a dollar
So my apoli', cause these hard times make me wanna holler
Will I live to see tomorrow, am I falling off?
I hit the weed and then proceed to say f*** all of y'all
Ain't nobody down with me I'm thugging, I can't go home
Cause muh-f****** think I'm bugging, 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
Getting battered and bruised by the you know who
And these fakes get to shaking when they face me
Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace me
Sitting in this, living hell, listening to n***** yell
Trying to torture em to tell, I'm getting mail
But ain't nobody saying much, the same old nuts
is making bucks while these s**** is getting f*****
They violated my probation, and it seems
I'll be going on a long vacation, meanwhile
It ain't easy
No it ain't easy
[Chorus: x2]
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 n***** on the, other side
Two childhood friends just died, I couldn't cry
A d*** shame, when will we ever change
And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brain
Arguments with my Boo is true
I spend mo' time with my n***** than I do with you
But everywhere it's the same thing, that's the game
I'll be d***ed if a thing changed, f*** 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 slowing down, time to stop for gas
Beep my horn for a hoochie with a proper a**,
It ain't easy, that's my motto
Drinking 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 stressing like I'm hopeless, I can't cope
Me and the homies smoking roaches, cause we broke
Late night hanging out til the sunrise getting high
Watching the cops roll by
It ain't easy, that's right
[Chorus: x3]
It ain't easy, being me
Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free
I can't sleep n***** plotting on to kill me while I'm dreaming
Wake up sweaty and screaming, cause I can hear them suckers scheming
Probably paranoid, problem is, them punks be fantasizing
A brother b*** the bullet, open fire and I died
I wonder why this the way it is, even now
Looking out for these killer kids, cause they wild
Bill Clinton can you recognize a n**** representing
Doing twenty to life in San Quentin
Getting calls from my n**** Mike Tyson, ain't nothing nice
Yo 'Pac, do something righteous with ya life
And even thou you innocent you still a n****, so they figure
Rather have you behind bars than triggers
But I'm hold ya down and holla Thug Life, licking shots
Til I see my n***** free on the block
But no it ain't easy,
Til I see my n***** free, on the block, oh
It ain't easy
[Chorus: x3]
Lately been reminiscing
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 having dreams
of hearing screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers
through the years trying to stack a little green
I was only seventeen, when I started serving fiends
And I wish there was another way to stack a dollar
So my apoli', cause these hard times make me wanna holler
Will I live to see tomorrow, am I falling off?
I hit the weed and then proceed to say f*** all of y'all
Ain't nobody down with me I'm thugging, I can't go home
Cause muh-f****** think I'm bugging, 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
Getting battered and bruised by the you know who
And these fakes get to shaking when they face me
Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace me
Sitting in this, living hell, listening to n***** yell
Trying to torture em to tell, I'm getting mail
But ain't nobody saying much, the same old nuts
is making bucks while these s**** is getting f*****
They violated my probation, and it seems
I'll be going on a long vacation, meanwhile
It ain't easy
No it ain't easy
[Chorus: x2]