50-50 Chance Lyrics - Singles - Pooh-man

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 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 killa 

He'll get me if I don't get him first 

So I gotta let the nine bust it, put his ass 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, nigga, down here in the Gutter 

So I'm creepin' to catch him sleepin' 

And he started to fleein' 

Hittin' fences like the Angel of Death 

Pam broke right and I broke left 

We got him with it, now he's pleein' for his life 

The Angel of Death is in your faith 

Boom! You lose your life 

I pulled the trigga cause he killed 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...