Lyric 50 50 Chance
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 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...
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 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...
