This ain`t livin..
[2Pac]
Nigga - I hear even the smaller G`s be dippin Chevy Impalas
while flossin they gold D`s, O.G.`s, is who they follow
We (?)swallow tomorrow(?) see, what we leave is hollow
We feed violence and greed, let `em bleed tomorrow
In time, they grip a nine, sippin wine - hit grass
`til I be starin watch the parents sacrifice they child
The love`s gone, a thug`s home, with no love
Feelin so strong, make young boys into drug lords
Now one for adolescents, now dos for dose
Keep yo` friends by your side, even close your foes
Now three for Johnny Law tryin to make my chips
I never pulled the trigger, didn`t touch that bitch
Throw yo` hands in the air, it`s a robbery
.. thinkin `Pac, would you ride with me
Let`s go see what our enemies talkin bout
When G`s enter the house nobody`s walkin out
This ain`t livin, it`s similar to prison, we trapped
My homies jealous plus they tell us that the phones is tapped
I watch my back twenty-fo` seven
and never let a busta send a G to ghetto heaven, you know!
This is how it goes when we floss with foes
Before I toss yo` hoe, it`ll cost you mo`
I do shows make a lot of dough, murder my foes
But I`d give it all up, if it would help you grow
This ain`t livin
[Chorus 2X: sung]
Takes a life to make a life (takes a life)
Livin in the world of crime tonight (takes a life)
Can`t find a better way to break you
This ain`t livin I gotta do what I gotta do
[2Pac]
Peep it - gunfire is produced at alarmin rates
Today`s youth, grip the shit, get in the car and break
It Takes a Nation of Millions if we intend to stop the killin
Just search your feelings, participate in some (?)
They our seeds and when they bleed, we bleed
That`s what becomes of lonely children, they turn to G`s
Heavenly father can you rescue, my young nation
rest the Lord will protect you, respect due
Not a threat as I step in blue, and check those
that oppose when I froze them fools, and who are you
to watch me fall farther
I disappeared, reappeared as the .. follow me now
Skippin class, and livin fast, will get yo` ass
stuck in the pen, doin life plus ten
Young brother pump yo` brakes for me, before you choke
won`t ya soak up some game from yo` big homies
This ain`t livin, we givin you jewelsl, use `em as tools
Explode on they industry and fade them fools
You know the rules, gotta be a rider
You can run the red lights but read the street signs, heyy
This for all of y`all that keep on raisin hell
Put a pistol in your hand and let you fade yourself
It ain`t right, what you put your momma through, young G
Gotta change your life, take the game from me
This ain`t livin
[Chorus - 2X]
