This Ain't 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'