Keepin' it real      Verse One: 2Pac      I take a shot of Henessee now I'm strong enough to face the madness   Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash   Phone calls from my niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas free on the block   But no it ain't easy, hahahah   Til I see my niggas 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', cause 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 niggas 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