We Ain't Really Living (Feat. Da Bum Keef G)

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(Krayzie)
Its a material-terial
world
Its a material world

Too much strain from all this pain/ I wanna go where dont nobody know my name/ Hey! Sick a livin in this materal, world/ Times done changed, the grind is gettin critical/ E'rrybody wanna ball, they want it/ Be the boss with nice cars, n floss just like stars/ But, just give me everything ya claim ta be/ You wanna really witness pain, you should hang with me/ These blues, I bet'chu wouldn't want to sang with me/ I'm in the fast lane, switchi, dippin, dangerously/ Antiously, tryin to flip n get a grip on my mind/ No more stippin, no more slippin, my God/ No longer will I try to fight for my life/ N even if I die, I, I-I got by/ Somehow I made it out this cold cold world/ I'd rather be a corpse than warped in your world/

Everbody want the CREAM in the fast lane/ Drownin in they dreams n they champagine/
Dont go sellin your soul just to have fame/
Cuz in the end it gonn' mean a [bad word] thang/

Cuz this aint really livin, no we aint really livin/
(this here aint livin!)

(Keef G)
(?) out my windows of my soul, I feel/ People takin the fall for this money, to kill/ Scramblin for position, watch n turn to shade/ We was better to each other when they had us in chains/ See we done got a couple dollas n done lost our mind/ All thes crabs in the barrle, everbody wanna shine/ Out doin each other, claim to keepin it real/ Why you so fresh to death with your big [bad word] wheels/ Hustle for the paper what we showin the kids/ At the crib watchin Cribs got'chu hatin where you live/ Life in the fast lane n ya poppin ya champagine/ fool with his money, now thats a terrible sight mane/ Grew up, we learn, get back to how it was/ Look at us niggas standin round a Phantom at the club/ Hopin they seein you so the ladies'a show you love/ She aint trippin off ya car, you can't bring it in the club, [bad word] 
(Krayzie)
Now
Everbody want the CREAM in the fast lane/ Drownin in they dreams n they champagine/
Dont go sellin your soul just to have fame/
Cuz in the end it gonn' mean a [bad word] thang/

Cuz this aint really livin, no we aint really livin/
(this here aint livin!)