M.O.P. - Nothin 2 Lose Lyrics
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    Nothin 2 Lose

    Every day is test so all we do is smoke weed and crack brews
    Kid I ain't got Nothing 2 Lose
    There comes a time in your life that get trife
    And you're forced to pay dues
    Kid I ain't got Nothing 2 Lose
    Every day is a test so all we do is smoke weed and crack brews
    Kid I ain't got Nothing 2 Lose
    I seen it all and can't afford to fall so for all wack crews
    Kid I ain't got Nothing 2 Lose

    [Lil Fame]
    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 big Brother died from snakes, that is some snake shit to shoot 'em
    Real niggas that knew him they must salute 'em
    I try to hold my head, and keep on losing my grip
    But things ain't legit, my moms passed that it
    Here I am, 20 years old tryin to make it in a material world
    Controlled by cash and gold
    Criminals schemin if they ain't 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


    [Billy Danze]
    Kid I ain't 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 seen my brother Rick slain in the massacre
    I'll see his brains, [that's a shame] so I'm askin ya
    Should I feel how I feel, [yeah] should I be ready to peel [yeah]
    Shoud I be grippin steel, [yeah] 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 [yeah]
    Now let them hollow point slugs make you jump in the field
    Where it's real, we still walk up and dump, nigga


    [Lil Fame]
    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

    [Billy Danze]
    If the ghetto mentality keep you wildin G, then I ain't 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



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