It Ain’t Easy - Hip Hop Pantsula

It ain't easy
Keepin it real
I take a shot of henessey now I'm strong enough to face the madness
Nickel bag full of sess w**d laced with hash
Phone calls from my n***az on the other side
Two childhood friends just died I couldn't cry
A d**n 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 n***az than I do with you
But everywhere it's the same thang that's the game
I'll be d**ned if a thang changed f**k 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 a*s 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
It ain't easy being me
Will I see the penitentiary or will I stay free
I can't sleep n***az 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 n***a representin
Doin twenty to life in san quentin
Gettin calls from my n***a mike tyson ain't nuttin nice
Yo 'pac do something righteous witcha life
And even thou you innocent you still a n***a 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 n***az free on the block
But no it ain't easy hahahah
'Til I see my n***az free on the block oh
It ain't easy
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 w**d and then proceed to say f**k all of y'all
Ain't nobody down with me I'm thuggin I can't go home
Cause muh f**kers 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 n***az 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 f**ked
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