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]