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

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

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

See, me: in god I trust
But in to stay alive, my nine I have to bust
See, I chose way of life, I never really tripped
What was and what was right, I had a family at home
I can't get at Mickey D's so I gots to get my grind on
See, life bad, if I can do then I did it
And I make sure my had, I was the oldest
my duty, my job
So on the back of my sweater read Mob
I had to and grind, stay strapped with 9-milly
Ain't no shame and neither the feel me
Late I bought a 400 sack
I got my partner in the cut watchin' my back
Killin' ain't nothin' more a ???
I keep a strap, mothafuckas, these fools are to blast
Didn't see a in the cut and furious shots
Two of my partners dropped, now I'm for my Glock
I'm runnin' around squeezin my
Is this the of a surviver or the method of a straight killa
He'll get me if I don't get him
So I gotta let the nine it, put his ass in a hearse
This is the way of life, the ghetto
I got a nine, it's a 50-50 chance...

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

Two of my partners over gang-related funk
So I'm around town with a semi-automatic 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
Everyday a motha...
the way we think, nigga, down here in the Gutter
So I'm creepin' to him sleepin'
And he to fleein'
Hittin' fences like the Angel of
Pam broke and I broke left
We got him it, now he's pleein' for his life
The Angel of is in your faith
Boom! You your life
I pulled the trigga he killed two of my friends
His mother's gonna cry cause he get another chance...

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