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 killin' 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 ass 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
Killin' ain't nothin' more than a ???
I keep a strap, mothafuckas, cause these fools
