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2Pac - This Ain't Livin lyrics
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 |
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