I Ain't Got Shit 2 Lose - Natas

I ain’t got shit to lose

I’m tired of paying my dues

And every time I turn around

I’m sitting, singing the blues

I got no place to go

And I can’t find no ho

And every time I think it’s fast

It always turns slow-mo

See, you may think it’s funny

But it’s all about money

With no dough there’s no ho

And no money, no honey

So I got to find a way to make the ultimate kill

Get away from it all and make the big dollar bills

Get my life in check

Maybe break some necks

Come back with the loot and get big respect

No, I’m not like the others

I’ll be a paid motherfucker

Keep my shit undercover

And keep away from the suckers

Either way you go I got two roads to choose

It don’t matter to me

Cause I ain’t got shit to lose

It’s like a jungle sometimes

It makes me wonder how I keep from going under

«The extermination of the Negro people» (x2)

Life or death

Fortune or fame

See, everything’s the same

Everybody wants to make a name

In this big old game called life

The only life I know is pain and strife

Born in the ghetto with no place to go

Living the life of crime’s the only life I know

So I take it slow

And go with the flow

Even though I know I could never grow

Into what society wants me to be

Other than a straight G named TNT

Solitary confinement

Living just like you are man

The ghetto might as well be a sewer, man

You can’t comprehend unless you’ve been where I’ve been

Down the yellow brick road but it’s just a dead end

I’ve got the ghetto blues and it’s all bad news

So you wouldn’t want to be in my shoes

Cause I ain’t got shit to lose

Soul is dead

Losing my head

A cardboard box has replaced my bed

I wish I was dead

But that’ll never come true

I’m forced to live in this hell

Right along with you

Mama said there would be days when I felt like this

Too many pressures of the world make me slit my wrist

I can’t deal with this

Cause my life’s a bitch

Seems I’m all alone

In this Hell called home

Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen

I just wish I had my piece of the America’s Dream

But America’s pie wasn’t meant for I

It makes no sense to try

Cause I was born to die

Who the hell am I

Who’s the man in the mirror

The scenario’s the same but the picture is no clearer

I see my choices

I hear some voices in my head

No matter what I choose

I ain’t got shit to lose