| Song | Nothin' 2 Lose |
| Artist | M.O.P. |
| Album | Firing Squad |
| 作曲 : Grinnage, Murry, Theodore | |
| HOOK: | |
| Every day is test so all we do is smoke weed and crack brews | |
| Kid I aint got Nothing 2 Lose | |
| There comes a time in your life that get trife | |
| And you're forced to pay dues | |
| Kid I aint got Nothing 2 Lose | |
| Every day is a test so all we do is smoke weed and crack brews | |
| Kid I aint got Nothing 2 Lose | |
| I seen it all and can't afford to fall so for all wack crews | |
| Kid I aint 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 bitch rather die than snake, that is some snake shit to shoot 'em | |
| Real niggas that know they must salute 'em | |
| I try to hold my head, and keep on losing my grip | |
| But things aint legit, my moms passed that shit | |
| Here I am, 20 years old tryin to make it in a material world | |
| Controlled by cash and gold | |
| Criminals schemin if they aint 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 | |
| HOOK | |
| [Billy Danze] | |
| Kid I aint 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 see my guns'll rip, 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 | |
| HOOK | |
| [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 aint 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 | |
| HOOK |
| zuò qǔ : Grinnage, Murry, Theodore | |
| HOOK: | |
| Every day is test so all we do is smoke weed and crack brews | |
| Kid I aint got Nothing 2 Lose | |
| There comes a time in your life that get trife | |
| And you' re forced to pay dues | |
| Kid I aint got Nothing 2 Lose | |
| Every day is a test so all we do is smoke weed and crack brews | |
| Kid I aint got Nothing 2 Lose | |
| I seen it all and can' t afford to fall so for all wack crews | |
| Kid I aint 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 bitch rather die than snake, that is some snake shit to shoot ' em | |
| Real niggas that know they must salute ' em | |
| I try to hold my head, and keep on losing my grip | |
| But things aint legit, my moms passed that shit | |
| Here I am, 20 years old tryin to make it in a material world | |
| Controlled by cash and gold | |
| Criminals schemin if they aint 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 | |
| HOOK | |
| Billy Danze | |
| Kid I aint 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 see my guns' ll rip, 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 | |
| HOOK | |
| 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 aint 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 | |
| HOOK |