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Nothing To Lose
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
2Pac
2Pac
Vocals
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Sampled Artist
The D.O.C.
The D.O.C.
Sampled Artist
Y.N.V.
Y.N.V.
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Randy Walker
Randy Walker
Songwriter
Tracy Lynn Curry
Tracy Lynn Curry
Songwriter
George Clinton
George Clinton
Songwriter
Bernie Worrell
Bernie Worrell
Songwriter
Anthony Wheaton
Anthony Wheaton
Songwriter
Lorenzo Patterson
Lorenzo Patterson
Songwriter
O'Shea Jackson
O'Shea Jackson
Songwriter
Tupac Amaru Shakur
Tupac Amaru Shakur
Songwriter
William Earl Collins
William Earl Collins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
2Pac
2Pac
Producer
Live Squad
Live Squad
Producer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Dino Johnson
Dino Johnson
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Michael Calderon
Michael Calderon
Engineer
Paul Arnold
Paul Arnold
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

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 thirteen, 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 goodbye 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 every day 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 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 Motherfucker You know They wonder what type nigga be a Thug Life nigga We be the craziest
Writer(s): Kevin Rhames, Tracy Lynn Curry, Anthony D. Wheaton, Duane Thomas Nettlesbey, Christopher Walker, Lorenzo Jerald Patterson, Randy Walker, Tupac Amaru Shakur, O'shea Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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