Pooh-Man - 50-50 Chance lyrics

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...