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...