Nothing To Lose

The only way to change me is make me blow my brains out.
Stuck in the middle of the game so get the pain out.
Pray to my god everyday, but He don't listen.
Though poverty bothers me, my mama's working wonders in the kitchen.
Listen, I can hear her crying in the bedroom.
Praying for money or what she can get, will she be dead soon?
Am I wrong for wishing I was somewhere else?
I'm 13, can't feed myself.
Can I blame daddy cause he left me? Wish he would have hugged me.
Too much like him, so my momma dont love me.
On my own at a early age. Gettin' paid,
and I'm strapped so I'll never be afraid.
Where did I go astray? I'm hangin' in the backstreets,
running with G's and dope feinds, will they jack me?
Can't turn back, my eyes on the prize.
I got nothing to lose, everybody gotta die.
Say goodbye to the bad guy, now you be fucked when you pass by.
Pluck, pluck from my Glock and the glass fly.
Do or die, walk a mile in my shoes, and you'd be crazy, too.
With nothing to lose.

I got nothing to lose. (That's why I got gang related rhymes.)
Got nothing to lose. (That's why I got gang related rhymes.)
Got nothing to lose. (That's why I got gang related rhymes.)
Got nothing to lose. (That's why I got gang related rhymes.)

I thank the lord for my many blessings. Though I'm stressing,
Keep a vest for protection from the barrel of a Smith and Wesson.
And all my niggers in the pen, here we go again.
Ain't nothing seperatin' us from a Mac-10.
Born in the ghetto as a hustler.
Hold up, staight soulja, buckin at them bustahs.
No matter how you try, niggers never die.
We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply.
See me strikin' down the block gettin' corners.
Mobbin' like a mother fucker, living like I wanna!
Ain't no stoppin at the red light,
I'm sideways, thug life, muther fucker crime pays!
Let the cops put they lights on.
Chase me nigger, zig-zaggin through the freeway, race me nigga!
In a high speed chase with the law.
The realest mother fucker that you ever saw. I'm living raw
'til they bury me. Don't worry me, I'm high,
living like I ain't afraid to die.
And you could walk a mile in my shoes, and you'd be crazy, too.
With nothing to lose.

I got nothing to lose. (That's why I got gang related rhymes.)
Got nothing to lose. (That's why I got gang related rhymes.)
Got nothing to lose. (That's why I got gang related rhymes.)
Got nothing to lose. (That's why I got gang related rhymes.)

Ain't no escape from my deadly fate.
And everyday there's a million black bodies put away.
I'm starting to lose hope, it seems everybody's on dope.
Momma told me to leave, 'cause she was broke.
Sometimes I choke on the Indo, creepin' out the window,
alone, on my own, I'm a criminal.
Got no love from the household, I'm out cold,
on the streets screaming "Mother fuck peace!"
I got nothing to lose, but something to prove.
What do I do? Live the thug life nigger, stay true.
I wonder when they kill me is there a heaven for a real G?
Lord forgive me if you feel me.
'Cause all my life I was dirt broke,
with no hope, little skinny mother fucker wanting dope.
I hated cuttin' suckers with my razor blade,
but everyday is a struggle to get major paid.
Anyway its so hard on a nigger in the city, no pity.
And aint no love for the scrubs that behind us.
If you could walk a mile in my shoes then you'd be crazy, too.
With nothing to lose.

Got nothing to lose. (That's why I got gang related rhymes.)
Got nothing to lose. (That's why I got gang related rhymes.)
Nigger nothing to lose. (That's why I got gang related rhymes.)
Got nothing to lose. (That's why I got gang related rhymes.)

They wonder what type nigger be a thug life nigger.
We be the craziest! Mother fucker, you know.
They wonder what type nigger be a thug life nigger.
We be the craziest!




Transcription 1997 by Jim Moore for Relativity Labs.
1997 Interscope Records. All Rights Reserved.
Used without permisson.