Nothing to Lose

[Verse 1] The only way to change me is maybe blow my brains out Stuck in the middle of the game, can't get the pain out Pray to my God everyday, but he don't listen The poverty bothers me but Mama's working 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 hugged me Too much like him, so my mama don't love me On my own at an early age, I'm getting paid And I'm strapped, so I'll never be afraid Where did I go astray? I'm hanging in the back streets Running with G's and dope fiends, will they jack me? Can't turn back, my eyes on the prize I got nothing to lose, everybody gotta die Say goodbye to the bad guy, that one you fucked, when you pass 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 With nothing to lose [Chorus: The D.O.C., Ice Cube & 2Pac] (I got raw when I came to Cali)—I got nothing to lose (That’s why I got gang-related rhymes) —Got nothing to lose (I got raw when I came to Cali)—Got nothing to lose (That’s why I got gang-related rhymes)—Got nothing to lose (I got raw when I came to Cali)—I got nothing to lose (That’s why I got gang-related rhymes) —Got nothing to lose (I got raw when I came to Cali)—Got nothing to lose (That’s why I got gang-related rhymes) [Verse 2] 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 MAC-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 And you could walk a mile in my shoes and you'd be crazy too With nothing to lose [Chorus: The D.O.C., Ice Cube & 2Pac] (I got raw when I came to Cali)—I got nothing to lose (That’s why I got gang-related rhymes) —Got nothing to lose (I got raw when I came to Cali)—Got nothing to lose (That’s why I got gang-related rhymes)—Got nothing to lose (I got raw when I came to Cali)—Nothing to lose (That’s why I got gang-related rhymes) —Nothing to lose (I got raw when I came to Cali)—Got nothing to lose (That’s why I got gang-related rhymes) [Verse 3] Ain't no escape from a deadly fate And every day 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 dubs If you could walk a mile in my shoes then you'd be crazy too With nothing to lose [Chorus: The D.O.C., Ice Cube & 2Pac] (I got raw when I came to Cali)—I got nothing to lose (That’s why I got gang-related rhymes) —Got nothing to lose (I got raw when I came to Cali)—Got nothing to lose (That’s why I got gang-related rhymes)—Got nothing to lose (I got raw when I came to Cali)—Yeah (That’s why I got gang-related rhymes) —Got nothing to lose (I got raw when I came to Cali)—You know (That’s why I got gang-related rhymes) [Outro] 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!