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
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 com
puter 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
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
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 an d dump, nig ga
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
So my man, if you can understand
the shit that we sent you
It's from the government set ups an
d shit that we been through
It's ghetto education, simple and plain
Some facts that keep me aware
an d ahead of the game
If the ghetto mentality
Salute
Every day is test so all we do
is smoke weed and crack brews
Kid I ain't got Noth
ing 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
M.o.p. 
