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

youngsta
Tryin' to survive in the streets of my
But another brotha gets bucked down
So I keep a gat to watch my
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 gots you respect
And ain't nobody cross a playa in the game
Put a cap in your ass and add stripes to my street
This is the way we thought and still everyday
I keep my vest on cause ain't no tellin' I get blown away
I see in my mother's eyes and I know if I die
I'm gonna hurt my soul
And she's all what a got but she's gotta understand
I got for my block, see, it's my choice, I'm an own man
But to survive in streets of Oakland
a chance...

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

See, brief me: in god I
But in order to stay alive, my I have to bust
See, I chose way of life, I never really tripped
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 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 of my sweater read 69th Mob
I had to hustle and grind, stay strapped 9-milly
no shame and neither the players feel me
Late I bought a 400 sack
I got my partner in the cut strapped my back
Killin' ain't nothin' more a ???
I keep a strap, mothafuckas, cause these are to blast
Didn't see a fool in the cut and furious
Two of my partners dropped, now I'm reachin' for my
I'm runnin' squeezin my trigga
Is this the method of a surviver or the 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
This is the way of life, the dance
When I got a nine, it's a chance...

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

Two of my partners died 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 go out like that
So pain over a lost of a loved one
But if you give a bullet, ya be down to take one
Everyday a motha...
That's the way we think, nigga, here in the Gutter
So I'm creepin' to catch him
And he to fleein'
Hittin' fences like the of Death
Pam right and I broke left
We got him with it, now pleein' for his life
The Angel of Death is in your
Boom! You lose your
I pulled the trigga cause he two of my friends
His mother's gonna cry cause he get another chance...

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