2 Pac - Nothing to Lose
The only way too change me is to blow my brains out
Stuck in the middle of the game to get the pain out
Pray to my God everyday but he don’t listen
The poverty bothers me,
Mama’s broke and wonders in the kitchen
Listen up I hear her crying in the bedroom
Praying for money will never get, will she be dead soon?
Am I wrong for wishing I was somewhere else
I’m 13 I can’t feed myself
Can I blame daddy cause he left me
I wish he would of hugged
Too much like him so my momma don’t love me
On my own at a early age, gettin paid
And I’m strapped so I’ll never be affraid
Why did I go astray, I’m hangin in the backstreets
Runnin with g’s and dope feinds, will they jack me?
Can’t turn back, my eyez on the prize
I got nuttin to loose, everybody gotta die.
So good-bye to the bad guy
You fucked when we pass bye
Duck duck from the glock as the glass fly
Do or die walk a mile in my shoes,
And you would be crazy too
With nuttin to loose.
Chorus x4
I got nuttin to lose
I got nuttin to lose
I got nuttin to lose
I thank the lord for my many blessings, though I’m stressing
Keep on a vest for protection,
From the barrel of a smith and wesson
And all my niggaz in the penn here we go again
And nothing separating us from our mack 10
Born in the ghetto as a hustla
Hold up, staight soulja, buckin at that busta
No matter how you try niggaz never die
We just retaliate with hate then we multiplie
See me striking down the block hittin corners
Ballin like a muthafucka, living like I wanna
Ain’t no stopping at the red lights
Sideways, thug life, muthafucka crime pays
Let the cops put they lights on
Chase me niggaz, zig zaggin through the freeway,
Race me nigga
In a high speed chase with the law
The realist muthafucka that u ever saw, I’m living raw
Till 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 u would be crazy too
With nuttin to lose
Chorus
Ain’t no escape from my deadly fate
And everyday there a million black bodies put to away
I’m starting to lose hope, it seems everybodys on dope
Momma told me to leave cuz she was broke
Somtimes I choke on the endo, creeping out the window
Alone on my own as a criminal
Got no love from my house though,
I’m out gone
On the streets screamin mutha-fuck peace
I got nothing to lose but something to prove
What do I do, live a thug life, nigga stay true
I wonder when they kill me,
Is there a heaven for a real g?
Lord forgive me if ya feel me
Cuz all my life I was dirt broke
With no hope, lil skinny mutha-fucka selling dough
I hate it,cuttin suckas with my razor blade
And everyday
Its a struggle to be major paid
Anyway it’s so hard on a nigga in the city
No pity, ain’t no love for a schurbs, everybody dies
And you could walk a mile in my shoes and you would be crazy too
With nuttin to lose
They wonder what type of nigga
Thug life nigga
Be the craziest
Mutha-fucka