Nothing To Lose

2Pac

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Verse 1
The only way to change me is maybe 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 but mama's working wonders in the kitchen

Listen I can hear her crying in the bedroom
praying for money we never think would she be dead soon
Am I wrong for wishing I was somewhere else

at 13 can't feed myself
Can I blame daddy 'cause he left me
wish he would've helped me
too much like him 'til my mama don't 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 hanging in the back streets
running with G's and dope fiends will they jack me?

Can't turn back my eyes on the prize
I got nothing to lose
everybody gotta die
say good-bye to the bad guy
that one you fucked when you passed by

Buck buck (gunshots) from a Glock
tempured glass fly

Do or Die walk a mile in my shoes
and you'd be crazy too
with nothing to lose

Chorus

I got nothing to lose
(that's why I got gang related)
got nothing to lose 5x
nothing to lose

Verse 2
I thank the Lord for my many blessings
though I'm stressin' keep a

vest for protection
from the barrel of the Smith & Wesson
and all my niggas in the pen'
here we go again

Ain't nothing seperating us from a mack 10
Born in the ghetto as a hustla older

straight soldier bucking at them bustas
No matter how you try niggas never die

We just retaliate with hate then we multiply
see me striking down the

block hittin' co'ners
Mobbin' like a muthafucka livin' like I wanna

Ain't no stoppin' at the red lights I'm sideways
Thug Life muthafucka criiime pays

Let the cops put they lights on
chase me nigga
zig-zaggin' through the freeway
race me nigga

In a high speed chase with the law
the realest muthafucka that you ever saw

I'm livin' raw 'til they bury me don't worry me
I'm high livin' like I ain't afraid to die

And you could walk a mile in my shoes
and you'd be crazy too

Chorus

Verse 3
Ain't no escape from a deadly fate
and everyday there's a million black bodies put away

I'm startin' to lose hope
it seems everybody's on dope
Mama told me to leave 'cause she was broke

Sometimes I choke on the indo
peepin' out the window alone on my own
I'm a criminal

Got no love from the household I'm out cold
in the streets give me muthafucking peace

I got nothing to lose
and something to prove
What do I do live Thug Life nigga 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 li'l skinny muthafucka wantin' dough
I hated cutting suckers with my razor blade

but everyday it's a struggle to get major paid
Anyway it's so hard on a nigga in this city

no pity and ain't no love for the scrubs that be buyin' time

If you could walk a mile in my shoes you'd be crazy too
with nothing to lose

Chorus

Outro
It was a what type nigga be a Thug Life nigga
We be the craziest...Muthafucka!

You know!
It was a what type nigga be a Thug Life nigga
We be the craziest!

Composição: 2Pac / Anna Wheaton / Bernie Worrell / G. Clinton, Jr. / Otis Jackson, Jr. / W.O. Collins · Esse não é o compositor? Nos avise.
Enviada por Alucard Belmont, Traduzida por AdDiaz
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