50-50 Chance Lyrics

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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

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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