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 k**in' 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 a** 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
k**in' ain't nothin' more than a ???
I keep a strap, mothaf**as, 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 k**a
He'll get me if I don't get him first
So I gotta let the nine bust it, put his a** 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, n***a, down here in the Gutter
So I'm creepin' to catch him sleepin'
And he started to fleein'
Hittin' fences like the Angel of d**h
Pam broke right and I broke left
We got him with it, now he's pleein' for his life
The Angel of d**h is in your faith
Boom! You lose your life
I pulled the trigga cause he k**ed 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...