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50-50 chance lyrics – pooh-man

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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 n-body gonna cross a playa in the game
put a cap in your -ss 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, mothaf-ckas, 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 -ss in a he-rs-
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-gg-, 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…

/ pooh man lyrics