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