2Pac — This Aint Livin Original Version

[Intro] This ain't livin' Nigga [Verse 1] I hear even the smaller G's be dippin' Chevy Impalas While flossin' their gold D's, O.G.'s, is who they follow We swallow tomorrow's seed, what we leave is hollow We feed violence and greed, let 'em lead tomorrow In time, they grip a nine, sippin' wine, they rap Still I be starin', watch the parents sacrifice their child The love's gone, a thug's home, with no love Feelin' so strong, make young boys into drug dealers Now one for adolescents, now dos for those Keep your friends by your side, even close your foes Now three for Johnny Law tryin' to take my chips I never pulled the trigger, didn't touch that bitch Throw your hands in the air, it's a robbery It's Snoop Dogg, nigga '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're 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 flows Before I toss your hoes, 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' [Hook] (Crazy, you don't wanna be like me) Shit, this ain't livin' [Verse 2] Peep it --gunfire is produced at alarmin' rates Today's youth, quick to shoot, get in the car and break "It Takes a Nation of Millions" if we intend to stop the killin' Just search your feelings, participatin' should be appealin' They're 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 doggfather Follow me now Skippin' class, and livin' fast, will get your ass Stuck in the Pen', doin' life plus ten Young brother pump your brakes for me Before you choke, won't you soak up some game from your big homie This ain't livin', we givin' you jewels, 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, hey 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' [Hook] This ain't livin'