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50-50 chance, chance...
When I got a nine it's a chance...

Straight
to survive in the streets of my town
But everyday another brotha bucked down
So I keep a gat to my back
You lack, you loose life, fool, and it's like that
See, I was born in slums so I what to expect
And killin' a fool on a block you much respect
And nobody gonna cross a playa in the game
Put a cap in your ass and add stripes to my fame
This is the way we and still think everyday
I keep my vest on cause ain't no when I get blown away
I see fear in my mother's eyes and I if I die
I'm hurt my mother's soul
And she's all what a player got but she's understand
I got love for my block, see, my choice, I'm an own man
But to survive in these streets of
a chance...

50-50 chance, chance...
When I got a nine a 50-50 chance...

See, me: in god I trust
But in order to stay alive, my nine I have to
See, I chose this way of life, I never tripped
What was wrong and what was right, I had a at home
I can't get paid at Mickey D's so I gots to get my on
See, wasn't bad, if I can do then I did it
And I make my family had, I was the oldest
my duty, my job
So on the of my sweater read 69th Mob
I had to hustle and grind, stay with 9-milly
no shame and neither the players feel me
Late night I a 400 sack
I got my in the cut strapped watchin' my back
Killin' ain't more than a ???
I keep a strap, mothafuckas, cause fools are to blast
Didn't see a fool in the cut and shots
Two of my partners dropped, now I'm for my Glock
I'm runnin' around my trigga
Is this the of a surviver or the method of a straight killa
He'll get me if I get him first
So I gotta let the nine it, put his ass in a hearse
is the way of life, the ghetto dance
When I got a nine, it's a chance...

chance, 50-50 chance...
When I got a nine a 50-50 chance...

Two of my partners died over gang-related
So I'm ridin' around town with a pump
My boy Pam got my
See I refuse to be a coward, I can't go out that
So much pain a lost of a loved one
But if you a bullet, ya gotta be down to take one
it's a motha...
That's the way we think, nigga, down in the Gutter
So I'm to catch him sleepin'
And he started to
Hittin' fences like the of Death
Pam broke right and I broke
We got him with it, now pleein' for his life
The Angel of Death is in your
Boom! You your life
I pulled the trigga cause he two of my friends
His mother's gonna cry cause he won't get chance...

50-50 chance, chance...
I got a nine it's a 50-50 chance...