It Ain't Easy - песня, записанная летом-осенью 1993 года для невышедшего альбома Mr Middle Finger. Полтора года назад был слит отрывок песни. Песня не связана с одноименным треком 1994 года.
Полный текст песни:
Verse I
When I was young, I got my hustle on. True indeed
I got my first little summer job…. slanging weed
I dropped outta high school in the twelfth grade
Momma was poor, had to learn to get paid.
I reminisce and think back on my childhood, and shed tears
Cause I lost a lotta homies in, past years.
It’s a trip that I’m still here! Still breathing and God gave me something to believe in
And I go back to my old block where I sold rocks
Little kids turn to dope fiends running from the cops
13 and I’m smoked out, loc’d out momma smoked my dope and so I broke out.
I’m all alone and I’m on my own, by the payphone, I’m dirt broke and I’m cold but I Aint going home
Even though I’m stuck now, in got to come up…a 16 shot Glock for when they run up
I’m working on the block now, what you need g? I got a family to feed nigga….it Aint easy
II
I’ll be the first to hit the block if its popping, I’m up all night
Getting my hustle on nigga non stopping
Got a baby on the way I Aint saved a penny…
And even if a hustle to my grave
How many more triggers can a nigga pull? And still sleep
It Aint easy living on the street, I wanna scream peace
But how many niggas got a piece on the street where the skinny motherfuckers get the least
Hands up it’s the 5-0, better run, in the ghetto its survival…cause here they come
Ima running through the projects, where my niggas at? Picking up speed
Cause I can see em pull a trigger back
Jumping over fences and I pray…god help me, hit the concrete, get away..
Got a nigga outta breath and I’m yawning its dawning
I done lived to see another early morning
Smoking on indo, and drinking Hennessey trying to aim my Glock at my enemies…
It Aint easy.
III
You see this fame shit’s strange to me
Motherfuckers going buck wild blaming me
And everywhere a nigga go I got these busters tryna do me, I tell em fuck off!
And then they run around and sue me
And ever since the movie all I had is major pain
Gold diggers and my lawyer getting paid again
Drink gin and I smoke a lot a thug motherfucker throwing them thangs
Like im born to box
Like its everywhere a nigga look, its mo bitches
Got their mind set on putting hooks…in yo riches
See a nigga in a Benz and they mouths drop…
In two days you can ask a playa how’s the cock
I’m a tell you like a tell my homies, them bitches phony
Peep the Rolex nigga now she on me
I hide my money then its tap time, nap time
And in a little while got to go back grind
Can’t complain that’s the game man
Be a player how the hell you think you pimping if you pay her…it Aint easy.