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2Pac Lyrics - This Ain't Livin
[Verse 1] This ain't livin' Nigga, I hear even the smaller g's be dipping Chevy Impala's While flossing they gold D's, OG's, is who they follow We swallow tomorrow's seeds when we bleed it's hollow We breed violence and greed let them leave tomorrow In time they gripping nine's ? I be staring watching parents sacrifice they child The love's gone, a thugs home, with no love feeling so strong Make young boys into drug lords Now this one's for adolescents now dos for dose Keep your friends by your side and enclose your foes Got three for Johnny Law trying to take my chips I never pulled the trigger, I didn't touched that bitch Throw your hands in the air, it's a robbery (Censored - Drop a cop?) thinkin' Pac would you ride with me? Let's go see what our enemies talking bout When G's enter the house nobody' walking out This ain't livin' It's similar of a prison we're trapped My homey jealous plus the tell us that they phones are tapped I watch my back 24-7 and never let them bustas enter a G in ghetto heaven You know, this is how it goes when we floss with flows Before we toss your hoe, it'll cost you mo' I do shows make a lotta dough murder my foes But I would give it all up, if it would help you grow This ain't livin' [Chorus] 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 pray for you This ain't livin' I gotta do what I gotta do This ain't livin' 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 pray for you This ain't livin' I gotta do what I gotta do [Verse 2] Hm Gun fire is produced at alarming rates Today's youth equipped to shoot, give the coroner a break It takes a nation of millions, if we intend to stop the killing Just search your feelings participate and ??? 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 disappear, reappear as the (Censored - holy father?) Follow me now, skipping plan, and living fast, will get your ass Stuck in the pen, doing life plus 10, young brother pump your brakes for me Before you choke why don't you soak up some game from your big homey This ain't livin, we givin you jewels, use them as tools Explode on the industry and fade them fools You know the rules gotta be a rider, you can run the red lights but read the street signs, hey This for all a y'all that keep on raising hell put a pistol in your hand an let ya fade yourself It ain't right, whatcha put your mama through, young G Gotta change your life, take the game from me This ain't livin' [Chorus] 4x |
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