2 Pac - Nothing To Lose Lyrics
The only way too change me is to blow my brains outStuck in the middle of the game to get the pain outPray to my God everyday but he dont listenThe poverty bothers me,Mamas broke and wonders in the kitchenListen up I hear her crying in the bedroomPraying for money will never get, will she be dead soon?Am I wrong for wishing I was somewhere elseIm 13 I cant feed myselfCan I blame daddy cause he left meI wish he would of huggedToo much like him so my momma dont love meOn my own at a early age, gettin paidAnd Im strapped so Ill never be affraidWhy did I go astray, Im hangin in the backstreetsRunnin with gs and dope feinds, will they jack me?Cant turn back, my eyez on the prizeI got nuttin to loose, everybody gotta die.So good-bye to the bad guyYou *****ed when we pass byeDuck duck from the glock as the glass flyDo or die walk a mile in my shoes,And you would be crazy tooWith nuttin to loose.Chorus x4I got nuttin to loseI got nuttin to loseI got nuttin to loseI thank the lord for my many blessings, though Im stressingKeep on a vest for protection,From the barrel of a smith and wessonAnd all my niggaz in the penn here we go againAnd nothing separating us from our mack 10Born in the ghetto as a hustlaHold up, staight soulja, buckin at that bustaNo matter how you try niggaz never dieWe just retaliate with hate then we multiplieSee me striking down the block hittin cornersBallin like a mutha*****a, living like I wannaAint no stopping at the red lightsSideways, thug life, mutha*****a crime paysLet the cops put they lights onChase me niggaz, zig zaggin through the freeway,Race me niggaIn a high speed chase with the lawThe realist mutha*****a that u ever saw, Im living rawTill they bury me, dont worry me, Im highLiving like I aint afraid to dieAnd you could walk a mile in my shoes, and u would be crazy tooWith nuttin to loseChorusAint no escape from my deadly fateAnd everyday there a million black bodies put to awayIm starting to lose hope, it seems everybodys on dopeMomma told me to leave cuz she was brokeSomtimes I choke on the endo, creeping out the windowAlone on my own as a criminalGot no love from my house though,Im out goneOn the streets screamin mutha-***** peaceI got nothing to lose but something to proveWhat do I do, live a thug life, nigga stay trueI wonder when they kill me,Is there a heaven for a real g?Lord forgive me if ya feel meCuz all my life I was dirt brokeWith no hope, lil skinny mutha-*****a selling doughI hate it,cuttin suckas with my razor bladeAnd everydayIts a struggle to be major paidAnyway its so hard on a nigga in the cityNo pity, aint no love for a schurbs, everybody diesAnd you could walk a mile in my shoes and you would be crazy tooWith nuttin to loseThey wonder what type of niggaThug life niggaBe the craziestMutha-*****a
