2Pac – Nothing to Lose Lyrics
[2Pac]
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 workin wonders in the kitchen
Listen I can hear her crying in the bedroom
Praying for money but never think would she be dead soon
Am I wrong - for wishing I was somewhere else
I'm thirteen, can't feed myself
Can I blame daddy cause he left me? Wish he would've hurried
Too much like him, so my Mama don't love me
On my own at a early age - I'm getting paid
And I'm strapped so I'll never be afraid
Where did I go astray? I'm hangin in the back streets
Runnin with G's and dopefiends will they jack me?
Can't turn back, my eyes on the prize
I got nothin to lose, everybody gotta die
Say good-bye to the - bad guy
That one you fucked when you passed by
Buck buck from a Glock let the glass fly
Do or die walk a mile in my shoes
And you'd be crazy too
[Hook]
With nothing to lose,
“I got raw when I came to Cali” –] The D.O.C.
(I) got nothing to lose
“That’s why I got gang-related rhymes” –] Ice Cube (Got nothing to lose)
“I got raw when I came to Cali” –] The D.O.C.
Got nothing to lose
“That’s why I got gang-related rhymes” –] Ice Cube (Got nothing to lose)
“I got raw when I came to Cali” –] The D.O.C.
Got nothing to lose
“That’s why I got gang-related rhymes” –] Ice Cube (Got nothing to lose)
“I got raw when I came to Cali” –] The D.O.C.
Nothing to lose
“That’s why I got gang-related rhymes” –] Ice Cube
[2Pac]
I thank the Lord for my many blessings
Though I'm stressing keep a vest for protection
From the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again
Ain't nothing separating us from a Mack 10
Born in the ghetto as a hustler, 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 hitting corners
Mobbing like a motherfucker living like I wanna
Ain't no stopping at the red lights - I'm sideways
Thug Life motherfucker crime pays
Let the cops put they lights on - chase me nigga
Zig-zagging through the freeway - race me nigga
In a high speed chase with the law
The realest motherfucker that you ever saw, I'm living raw
'til they bury me don't worry me, I'm high
Living like I ain't afraid to die (hahaha)
And you could walk a mile in my shoes
And you'd be crazy too
[Hook]
[2Pac]
Ain't no escape from a deadly fate
And everyday there's a million black bodies put away
I'm starting to lose hope; it seems everybody's on dope
Mama told me to leave cause she was broke
Sometimes I choke on the indo, creeping out the window
Alone on my own I'm a criminal
Got no love from the household, I'm out cold
On the streets screaming 'Motherfuck Peace!'
I got nothing to lose, and something to prove, what do I do?
Live the 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
Little skinny motherfucker wanting 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 buying dime
If you could walk a mile in my shoes then you'd be crazy too
[Hook]
[2Pac]
They wonder what type nigga be a - Thug Life nigga
We be the craziest... motherfucker! You know!
They wonder what type nigga be a Thug Life, nigga
We be the craziest!
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 workin wonders in the kitchen
Listen I can hear her crying in the bedroom
Praying for money but never think would she be dead soon
Am I wrong - for wishing I was somewhere else
I'm thirteen, can't feed myself
Can I blame daddy cause he left me? Wish he would've hurried
Too much like him, so my Mama don't love me
On my own at a early age - I'm getting paid
And I'm strapped so I'll never be afraid
Where did I go astray? I'm hangin in the back streets
Runnin with G's and dopefiends will they jack me?
Can't turn back, my eyes on the prize
I got nothin to lose, everybody gotta die
Say good-bye to the - bad guy
That one you fucked when you passed by
Buck buck from a Glock let the glass fly
Do or die walk a mile in my shoes
And you'd be crazy too
[Hook]
With nothing to lose,
“I got raw when I came to Cali” –] The D.O.C.
(I) got nothing to lose
“That’s why I got gang-related rhymes” –] Ice Cube (Got nothing to lose)
“I got raw when I came to Cali” –] The D.O.C.
Got nothing to lose
“That’s why I got gang-related rhymes” –] Ice Cube (Got nothing to lose)
“I got raw when I came to Cali” –] The D.O.C.
Got nothing to lose
“That’s why I got gang-related rhymes” –] Ice Cube (Got nothing to lose)
“I got raw when I came to Cali” –] The D.O.C.
Nothing to lose
“That’s why I got gang-related rhymes” –] Ice Cube
[2Pac]
I thank the Lord for my many blessings
Though I'm stressing keep a vest for protection
From the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again
Ain't nothing separating us from a Mack 10
Born in the ghetto as a hustler, 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 hitting corners
Mobbing like a motherfucker living like I wanna
Ain't no stopping at the red lights - I'm sideways
Thug Life motherfucker crime pays
Let the cops put they lights on - chase me nigga
Zig-zagging through the freeway - race me nigga
In a high speed chase with the law
The realest motherfucker that you ever saw, I'm living raw
'til they bury me don't worry me, I'm high
Living like I ain't afraid to die (hahaha)
And you could walk a mile in my shoes
And you'd be crazy too
[Hook]
[2Pac]
Ain't no escape from a deadly fate
And everyday there's a million black bodies put away
I'm starting to lose hope; it seems everybody's on dope
Mama told me to leave cause she was broke
Sometimes I choke on the indo, creeping out the window
Alone on my own I'm a criminal
Got no love from the household, I'm out cold
On the streets screaming 'Motherfuck Peace!'
I got nothing to lose, and something to prove, what do I do?
Live the 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
Little skinny motherfucker wanting 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 buying dime
If you could walk a mile in my shoes then you'd be crazy too
[Hook]
[2Pac]
They wonder what type nigga be a - Thug Life nigga
We be the craziest... motherfucker! You know!
They wonder what type nigga be a Thug Life, nigga
We be the craziest!
