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A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z It Ain’t Easy I take a shot of henessey Now Im strong enough to face the madness Nickel bags full of sess weed laced with hash Phone calls from my niggas on the other side Two childhood friends just died I couldnt cry A damn shame, when will we ever change And what remains From a twelve gauge to the brain Arguements with my foolish troop I spend more time with my niggas then i Do with you But everywhere its the same thang Thats the game, Ill be damned if a thang changed Fuck the fame Ill be hustling to make a million Lord knows, aint no love for us ghetto children So we cold, rag top slowin down Time to stop for gas Peep my horn for a hoochie with a proper ass Uhh, it aint easy, thats my motto Drinkin tangeray straight out da bottle Everybody wanna know if Im insane My baby mama gotta mind full of silly games All the drama got me stressen like Im hopeless I cant cope Me and my homies smokin roaches Cuz we broke Late night hangin out till the sunrise Getten high Watchin the cops roll by Uhh, it aint easy Chorus (3x) It aint easy being me Will I see the penitentary Or will I stay free uhh.. I cant sleep Niggas plottin on to kill me While Im dreaming Wake up screaming Cuz I can hear them suckas scheming Probably paranoid, Problem is Im supposed to be fantasing A brother bite the bullet Open Im fire And I thought I wonder why this the way it is Even now looking of for these Killa kids Bill clinton can you recognize a nigga representin Doin 20 to life in san quintan Gettin calls from my nigga Mike tyson Aint nuttin nice Yo pac, do something rightegous with your life Even thou you innoccent You still a nigga So they figure Rather have behind bars then triggas But Im hold ya down And holla thug life Lickin shots till I see My niggas free On my block No, it aint easy Till I see my niggas free On the block Chorus (3x) It aint easy being me Will I see the penitentary Or will I stay free uhh.... Lately, Ive been reminiscin About pepermint snaps n junior high Hit the block Keepin eyes on the cops While d-boyz slang rocks Its the project ked without a conscience Im having dreams Of hearing screams at my concerts Meetin 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 And my appollar Cuz these hard times Make me wanna hollar Will I live to see tommorrow ? Am I fallin off ? I hit the weed And proceed To say, fuck all of yall Aint nobody down with me Im thuggin I cant go home Cuz mutha-fuckas think Im buggin So now Im in this high powered cell At the county jail Punk judge Got a grudge Cant post no bail What, do I do and these county blues Gettin battered and bruised By the you know who And these fakes get the shakin When they face me, snakes Aint got enough nuts to replace me Sittin in this livin hell Listenin to niggas yell Tryin to torture to tell Im gettin ill But aint nobody sayin much The same old nuts Is makin bucks While these sluts is gettin fucked They violated my pobation And it seems Ill be going on a long vacation Meanwhile... it aint easy No it aint easy Chorus (3x) It aint easy being me Will I see the penitentary Or will I stay free uhh... More lyrics:
The Missing lyrics
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