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Letra actual de la canción
Keepin it real <br /> <br />[Verse One: 2Pac] <br /> <br />I take a shot of Henessey now I´m strong enough to face the madness <br />Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash <br />Phone calls from my niggaz on the, other side <br />Two childhood friends just died, I couldn´t cry <br />A damn shame, when will we ever change <br />And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brain <br />Arguements with my Boo is true <br />I spend mo´ time with my niggaz than I do with you <br />But everywhere it´s the same thang, that´s the game <br />I´ll be damned if a thang changed, fuck the fame <br />I´ll be hustling to make a mill-ion, lord knows <br />Ain´t no love for us ghetto children, so we cold <br />Rag top slowin down, time to stop for gas <br />Beep my horn for a hoochie with a proper ass, uhh <br />It ain´t easy, that´s my motto <br />Drinkin Tanqueray straight out the bottle <br />Everybody wanna know if I´m insane <br />My baby mama gotta mind full of silly games <br />And all the drama got me stressin like I´m hopeless, I can´t cope <br />Me and the homies smokin roaches, cause we broke <br />Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high <br />Watchin the cops roll by <br />It ain´t easy... that´s right <br /> <br />[Chorus: 2Pac] <br /> <br />It ain´t easy, being me <br />Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free <br />[repeat 3X] <br /> <br />[Verse Two: 2Pac] <br /> <br />I can´t sleep niggaz plottin on to kill me while I´m dreamin <br />Wake up sweaty and screamin, cause I can hear them suckers schemin <br />Probably paranoid, problem is, them punks be fantasizin <br />A brother bite the bullet, open fire and I died <br />I wonder why this the way it is, even now <br />Lookin out for these killer kids, cause they wild <br />Bill Clinton can you recognize a nigga representin <br />Doin twenty to life in San Quentin <br />Gettin calls from my nigga Mike Tyson, ain´t nuttin nice <br />Yo ´Pac, do something righteous witcha life <br />And even thou you innocent you still a nigga, so they figure <br />Rather have you behind bars than triggers <br />But I´m hold ya down and holla Thug Life, lickin shots <br />Til I see my niggaz free on the block <br />But no it ain´t easy, hahahah <br />Til I see my niggaz free, on the block, oh <br />It ain´t easy <br /> <br />[Chorus 2.75] <br /> <br />[Verse Three: 2Pac] <br /> <br />Lately been reminiscin <br />bout Peppermint Schnapps in Junior High hit the block <br />Keep an eye on the cops while D-Boys slang rocks <br />It´s the project kid without a conscience, I´m havin dreams <br />of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers <br />through the years tryin to stack a little green <br />I was only seventeen, when I started servin fiends <br />And I wish there was another way to stack a dollar <br />So my apoli´, casue these hard times make me wanna holler <br />Will I live to see tommorrow, am I fallin off? <br />I hit the weed and then proceed to say fuck all of y´all <br />Ain´t nobody down with me I´m thuggin, I can´t go home <br />Cause muh-fuckers think I´m buggin, so now I´m in <br />this high powered cell at the county jail <br />Punk judge got a grudge, can´t post no bail, what <br />do I do in these county blues <br />Gettin battered and bruised by the you know who <br />And these fakes get to shakin when they face me <br />Snakes ain´t got enough nuts to replace me <br />Sittin in this, livin hell, listenin to niggaz yell <br />Tryin to torture em to tell, I´m gettin mail <br />But ain´t nobody sayin much, the same old nuts <br />is makin bucks while these sluts is gettin fucked <br />They violated my probation, and it seems <br />I´ll be goin on a long vacation, meanwhile <br />It ain´t easy <br />No it ain´t easy <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br /> <br />[Chorus]
Letra nueva de la canción
Keepin it real <br /> <br />[Verse One: 2Pac] <br /> <br />I take a shot of Henessey now I´m strong enough to face the madness <br />Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash <br />Phone calls from my niggaz on the, other side <br />Two childhood friends just died, I couldn´t cry <br />A damn shame, when will we ever change <br />And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brain <br />Arguements with my Boo is true <br />I spend mo´ time with my niggaz than I do with you <br />But everywhere it´s the same thang, that´s the game <br />I´ll be damned if a thang changed, fuck the fame <br />I´ll be hustling to make a mill-ion, lord knows <br />Ain´t no love for us ghetto children, so we cold <br />Rag top slowin down, time to stop for gas <br />Beep my horn for a hoochie with a proper ass, uhh <br />It ain´t easy, that´s my motto <br />Drinkin Tanqueray straight out the bottle <br />Everybody wanna know if I´m insane <br />My baby mama gotta mind full of silly games <br />And all the drama got me stressin like I´m hopeless, I can´t cope <br />Me and the homies smokin roaches, cause we broke <br />Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high <br />Watchin the cops roll by <br />It ain´t easy... that´s right <br /> <br />[Chorus: 2Pac] <br /> <br />It ain´t easy, being me <br />Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free <br />[repeat 3X] <br /> <br />[Verse Two: 2Pac] <br /> <br />I can´t sleep niggaz plottin on to kill me while I´m dreamin <br />Wake up sweaty and screamin, cause I can hear them suckers schemin <br />Probably paranoid, problem is, them punks be fantasizin <br />A brother bite the bullet, open fire and I died <br />I wonder why this the way it is, even now <br />Lookin out for these killer kids, cause they wild <br />Bill Clinton can you recognize a nigga representin <br />Doin twenty to life in San Quentin <br />Gettin calls from my nigga Mike Tyson, ain´t nuttin nice <br />Yo ´Pac, do something righteous witcha life <br />And even thou you innocent you still a nigga, so they figure <br />Rather have you behind bars than triggers <br />But I´m hold ya down and holla Thug Life, lickin shots <br />Til I see my niggaz free on the block <br />But no it ain´t easy, hahahah <br />Til I see my niggaz free, on the block, oh <br />It ain´t easy <br /> <br />[Chorus 2.75] <br /> <br />[Verse Three: 2Pac] <br /> <br />Lately been reminiscin <br />bout Peppermint Schnapps in Junior High hit the block <br />Keep an eye on the cops while D-Boys slang rocks <br />It´s the project kid without a conscience, I´m havin dreams <br />of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers <br />through the years tryin to stack a little green <br />I was only seventeen, when I started servin fiends <br />And I wish there was another way to stack a dollar <br />So my apoli´, casue these hard times make me wanna holler <br />Will I live to see tommorrow, am I fallin off? <br />I hit the weed and then proceed to say fuck all of y´all <br />Ain´t nobody down with me I´m thuggin, I can´t go home <br />Cause muh-fuckers think I´m buggin, so now I´m in <br />this high powered cell at the county jail <br />Punk judge got a grudge, can´t post no bail, what <br />do I do in these county blues <br />Gettin battered and bruised by the you know who <br />And these fakes get to shakin when they face me <br />Snakes ain´t got enough nuts to replace me <br />Sittin in this, livin hell, listenin to niggaz yell <br />Tryin to torture em to tell, I´m gettin mail <br />But ain´t nobody sayin much, the same old nuts <br />is makin bucks while these sluts is gettin fucked <br />They violated my probation, and it seems <br />I´ll be goin on a long vacation, meanwhile <br />It ain´t easy <br />No it ain´t easy <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br /> <br />[Chorus]
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