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50-50 chance, 50-50 chance... When I got a nine it`s a 50-50 chance...
Straight youngsta Tryin` to survive in the streets of my town But everyday another brotha gets bucked down So I keep a gat to watch my back You lack, you loose your life, fool, and it`s like that See, I was born in slums so I know what to expect And killin` a fool on a block gots you much respect And ain`t nobody gonna cross a playa in the game Put a cap in your ass and add stripes to my street fame This is the way we thought and still think everyday I keep my vest on cause ain`t no tellin` when I get blown away I see fear in my mother`s eyes and I know if I die I`m gonna hurt my mother`s soul And she`s all what a player got but she`s gotta understand I got love for my block, see, it`s my choice, I`m an own man But to survive in these streets of Oakland Life`s a chance...
50-50 chance, 50-50 chance... When I got a nine it`s a 50-50 chance...
See, brief me: in god I trust But in order to stay alive, my nine I have to bust See, I chose this way of life, I never really tripped What was wrong and what was right, I had a family at home I can`t get paid at Mickey D`s so I gots to get my grind on See, life wasn`t bad, if I can do then I did it And I make sure my family had, I was the oldest Since my duty, my job So on the back of my sweater read 69th Mob I had to hustle and grind, stay strapped with 9-milly Ain`t no shame and neither the players feel me Late night I bought a 400 sack I got my partner in the cut strapped watchin` my back Killin` ain`t nothin` more than a ??? I keep a strap, mothafuckas, cause these fools are to blast Didn`t see a fool in the cut and furious shots Two of my partners dropped, now I`m reachin` for my Glock I`m runnin` around squeezin my trigga Is this the method of a surviver or the method of a straight killa He`ll get me if I don`t get him first So I gotta let the nine bust it, put his ass in a hearse This is the way of life, the ghetto dance When I got a nine, it`s a 50-50 chance...
50-50 chance, 50-50 chance... When I got a nine it`s a 50-50 chance...
Two of my partners died over gang-related funk So I`m ridin` around town with a semi-automatic pump My boy Pam got my back See I refuse to be a coward, I can`t go out like that So much pain over a lost of a loved one But if you give a bullet, ya gotta be down to take one Everyday it`s a motha... That`s the way we think, nigga, down here in the Gutter So I`m creepin` to catch him sleepin` And he started to fleein` Hittin` fences like the Angel of Death Pam broke right and I broke left We got him with it, now he`s pleein` for his life The Angel of Death is in your faith Boom! You lose your life I pulled the trigga cause he killed two of my friends His mother`s gonna cry cause he won`t get another chance...
50-50 chance, 50-50 chance... When I got a nine it`s a 50-50 chance...
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