nothin 2 lose

, every day is test so all we do is smoke weed and crack brews, kid i aint got nothing 2 lose, there comes a time in your life that get trife, and you're forced to pay dues, kid i aint got nothing 2 lose, every day is a test so all we do is smoke weed and crack brews, kid i aint got nothing 2 lose, i seen it all and can't afford to fall so for all wack crews, kid i aint got nothing 2 lose, what i got to lose when my pops is gone, so many of my peeps died that my heart been torn, too much pressure, stress ya, that's why i'm a young ass man, grippin the trigga and not afraid to let my gun blast, my bitch rather die than snake, that is some snake shit to shoot 'em, real niggas that know they must salute 'em, i try to hold my head, and keep on losing my grip, but things aint legit, my moms passed that shit, here i am, 20 years old tryin to make it in a material world, controlled by cash and gold, criminals schemin if they aint servin ya, they herbin ya, but i keep heat, cuz the streets told me to murder ya, i got some shit in the stash for your ass, that'll make a mathematician need a computer for the aftermath, since you wake it's too scary g, but it don't worry me, always wonderin if some fool out plottin to bury me, kid i aint got nothing 2 lose, you know the hill street blues, make my people wanna flip, and fade they clips to eat, see we wit nothing to prove have nothing 2 lose, never let a chump step on your black leather shoes, i see my guns'll rip, slain in the massacre, i'll see his brains, so i'm askin ya, should i feel how i feel, should i be ready to peel, shoud i be grippin steel, is it kill or be killed, to the death nigga, point blank range, trained to aim, got my top slugs at your brain, life don't really mean nothing, how could you think about the next day the way these niggas be bustin, you crazy, goin out, and i'll blaze the trupor, firing squad, raise more caine than cuba, now let them hollow point slugs make you jump in the field, where it's real, we still walk up and dump, nigga, so my man, if you can understand the shit that we sent you, it's from the government set ups and shit that we been through, it's ghetto education, simple and plain, some facts that keep me aware and ahead of the game, if the ghetto mentality keep you wildin g, then i aint mad at ya, still hittin for my people in clinton and attica, the code of the street is to get deep, and to let 'em know you lettin go your heat, salute,