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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
2Pac
Vocals
Ice Cube
Sampled Artist
The D.O.C.
Sampled Artist
Y.N.V.
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Randy Walker
Songwriter
Tracy Lynn Curry
Songwriter
George Clinton
Songwriter
Bernie Worrell
Songwriter
Lorenzo Patterson
Songwriter
O'Shea Jackson
Songwriter
William Earl Collins
Songwriter
Tupac Amaru Shakur
Songwriter
Anthony Wheaton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
2Pac
Producer
Live Squad
Producer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Dino Johnson
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Michael Calderon
Engineer
Paul Arnold
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
The only way to change me is maybe blow my brains out
Stuck in the middle of the game to get the pain out
Pray to my God every day but he don't listen
The poverty bothers me but momma's working wonders in the kitchen
Listen, I can hear her crying in the bedroom
Praying for money, but 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 have hugged me
Too much like him, so my momma don't love me
On my own at an early age
Getting 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 pass by
Buck-buck from a Glock, tempered glass fly
Do or die, walk a mile in my shoes
And you'd be crazy too
[Chorus]
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
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
Got nothing to lose
I got raw when I came to Cali
Nothing to lose
That's why I got gang-related rhymes
[Verse 2]
I thank the Lord for my many blessings
Though I'm stressing, keep a vest for protection
From the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
And all my **** in the pen, here we go again
Ain't nothin' 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, **** never die
We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply
See me striking down the block, hitting corners
Mobbing like a motherfucker, living like I wanna
Ain't no stopping at the red lights, I'm sideways
Thug Life, motherfucker, crime pays
Let the cops put they lights on
Chase me, ****, zig zagging through the freeway
Race me, ****, in a high speed chase with the law
The realest motherfucker that you ever saw
I'm living raw till they bury me, don't worry me
I'm high, living like I ain't afraid to die
And you could walk a mile in my shoes
And you'd be crazy too
[Chorus]
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
Got nothing to lose
I got raw when I came to Cali
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
[Verse 3]
Ain't no escape from a deadly fate
And every day there's a million black bodies put away
I'm starting to lose hope
It seems everybody's on dope
Momma told me to leave 'cause she was broke
Sometimes I choke on the indo, creeping out the window
Alone on my own, I'm a criminal
Got no love from the household, I'm out cold
On the streets, screaming "Motherfuck peace!"
I got nothing to lose
But something to prove, what do I do?
Let a Thug Life **** 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 wanting dough
I hated cutting suckers with my razor blade
But every day is a struggle to get major pay
Anyway, it's so hard on a **** in the city
No pity, it ain't no love for the scrubs that be buying time
If you could walk a mile in my shoes
You'd be crazy too
[Chorus]
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
****, 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
[Outro]
They wonder what type **** be a Thug Life ****
We be the craziest
Motherfucker
You know
They wonder what type **** be a Thug Life ****
We be the craziest
Written by: 2Pac, A. Wheaton, Bernie Worrell, George Clinton, L. Patterson, O. Jackson, Randy Walker, T. Shakur, Tracy Lynn Curry, W. Collins