Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nothing To Lose, artist - 2Pac. Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Nothing To Lose |
| The only way to change me is let me blow my brains out |
| Stuck in the middle of the game to 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 we never think would she be dead soon |
| Am I wrong for wishing I was somewhere else? |
| I’m 13 can’t feed myself |
| Can I blame daddy 'cause he left me |
| Wish he would’ve helped me too much like him 'til my mama don’t love me |
| On my own at a early age gettin' 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 good-bye to the bad guy |
| That one you fucked when you passed 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| Nothing to lose… |
| That’s why I got gang-related rhymes |
| I thank the Lord for my many blessings |
| Though I’m stressin' keep a vest for protection |
| From the barrel of the 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 busters |
| No matter how you try niggas never die |
| We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply |
| See me striking down the block hittin' corners |
| Mobbin' like a motherfucker livin' like I wanna |
| Ain’t no stoppin' at the red lights I’m sideways |
| Thug Life motherfucker crime pays |
| Let the cops put they lights on |
| Chase me nigga, zig-zaggin' through the freeway |
| Race me nigga, in a high speed chase with the law |
| The realest motherfucker that you ever saw |
| I’m livin' raw 'til they bury me, don’t worry me |
| I’m high livin' 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| And nothing to lose… |
| That’s why I got gang-related rhymes (Nothing to lose) |
| I got raw when I came to Cali (Nothing to lose) |
| That’s why I got gang-related rhymes |
| Ain’t no escape from a deadly fate |
| And everyday there’s a million black bodies put away |
| I’m startin' to lose hope |
| It seems everybody’s on dope |
| Mama told me to leave 'cause she was broke |
| Sometimes I choke on the indo |
| Peepin' out the window alone on my own, I’m a criminal |
| Got no love from the household |
| I’m out cold in the streets give me motherfucking peace |
| I got nothing to lose, and something to prove |
| What do I do livin 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 wantin' 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 buyin dimes |
| If you could walk a mile in my shoes |
| You’d be crazy too, with 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 |
| Got nothing to lose |
| That’s why I got gang-related rhymes (Livin' with 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 |
| They wonder what type nigga be a, Thug Life nigga |
| We be the craziest… |
| Muthafucka! |
| You know! |
| They wonder what type nigga be a Thug Life nigga |
| We be the craziest! |