This Ain’t Livin’ (OG) by Tupac Shakur
Nigga – I hear even the smaller G’s be dippin’ Chevy Impalas,
While flossing they 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 wild,
Still I be starin’, watch the parents sacrifice they child,
The love’s gone, a thug’s home, with no love,
Feeling 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,
(It’s Snoop Dogg) thinkin’ ‘Pac, would you ride with me,
Let’s go see what our enemies talkin’ ’bout,
When G’s enter the house nobody’s walking 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’ ho, 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’.