2pac - Life's So Hard lyrics

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2pac - Life's So Hard lyrics

Ma-ah-an, it ain't easy They got me goin cold-hearted Probation, violation, incarceration Frustration, you know f** that, n***a damn near bouts to start basin It's hard! Hard on a n***a (coughing) Hard on a n***a (yeah it is, yeah it is) (whispered) k** k** k**, murder murder murder Watch out n***a! Chorus: Now tell me do you see Life's so hard on a n***a when you livin like a G (repeat 2X) (Tupac - chorus 2X throughout) Daz in this motherf**er Alright bwoy, drop that sh** Wha**up man? Always listen to that sh**? That thug criminal sh**? Peep game n***a, peep game, feel me (Verse One) Travel through my mind am I blind it's a shame Young n***az gettin murdered straight took out the game As I sit here puffin on a cigarette Gotta be ready, never know who's plottin on a n***az d**h These are the rough times, best to hurry up and duck muh'f**er 'fore I buck mine It's gettin crazy and everybody's strapped Surrounded by n***az but nary a motherf**er down to watch my back These are the b**h made n***az, you been played n***a While you starvin and broke they pullin six figures Oooh, what can you do when you can't trust your crew, time to bust out the wenty-two Boo-yaow! Ran out of weed, so I'm sippin on this Hennesey, tell me, do you feel me? Heyyy, I have no remorse as I take another sip of my liquor and spit my sick thoughts, oooh (Chorus) Now tell me do you see Life's so hard on a n***a when you livin like a G (Verse Two) Thuggin to the fullest, got my strap, I'ma pull it I'm the first muh'f**er that can outrun a bullet It's them Thug Life n***az and we don't like tricks Got these punk wannabes and they jockin like b**hes Now my riches is gettin hoes on it's own f** a mystery, do you wanna get with me, then let's bone I'ma take her to my hideout, cause I'm smokin that spinach and stayin strong to the finish and then I ride out See you on the freeway, sorry baby but I gotta call my homey see what he say I ain't got no time, I gotta get mine I keep my mind on my loot, I'll shoot everytime And ain't no way I'ma let b**h made n***a worry me Catch me slippin, empty the clip and bury me Hell nah n***a have to plug me twice Ain't no slippin when you Thug for Life, motherf**er can you see? (Chorus 2X) Now tell me do you see Life's so hard on a n***a when you livin like a G (Verse Three) Never bow down let these other b**hes crawl I'm a Thug motherf**er and these Thugs only ball Ain't no half steppin here, from the cradle to the grave I'm a muhf**in fool, but I choose to get paid Now my pockets gettin empty, and I'm panicked in a fright Me and my b**h named Nina are fiendin tonight Ain't nobody livin safe, got a plot, and I'm stressin All I want, is my muh'f**in money, ain't no question Don't try to stall little trick, cause we hit So bring in the scissors and get to clippin at his dick I'd rather die young than die old and broke That's why I stay drunk, and I constantly smoke My memories as a youngsta, hangin with the homies But now I'm doin bad and them b**hes don't know me (Who? Who?) But playa haters can't fade me (Why?) Cause this is Thug Life n***a and we're crazy, tell me do you see? (Chorus 2X) Now tell me do you see Life's so hard on a n***a when you livin like a G (Verse Four) Yeah, constantly runnin from danger ain't no stranger to cop cars Gettin arrested and tested wearin a vest and don't drop my guards My life is hectic my homies send mail from jail n***az in Hell got some horrible stories to tell I'm catchin cases and still tryin to stack a grip The IRS is tryin to stress off a n***az sh** A young n***a never had a prayer to prevail And all my peers doin years locked up in jail What can I do, stay strapped, get a bigger crew And creep around with them Dogg Pound n***az too And now we rich ain't no b**h than can touch us And it's a trip, how we clown, when we f** s*uts Bust nuts then I cut, that's my new thang And motherf**ers got on do-rags (Chorus 2X) Now tell me do you see Life's so hard on a n***a when you livin like a G Can I get paid, can I get paid, can I motherf**in get paid n***a can work for his money all motherf**in day and still never see a piece of it, you understand me? It's not about the nice guy It's bout the hardworkin motherf**in Thug n***a If you ain't a Thug n***a, you ain't really doin nothin (Chorus repeats in background) Now tell me do you see Life's so hard on a n***a when you livin like a G You ain't really makin nothin These motherf**in po-po's and these pink folks got it all locked up for us to fail See how they did O.J., and they doin n***az like that all day So if you don't watch your motherf**in stack believe me, this could be your last breath... (Chorus 2X) to fade Now tell me do you see Life's so hard on a n***a when you livin like a G

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