5050 Chance lyrics

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 abullet, 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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