Nothing 2 Lose (Letra)

Field Mob

Hip Hop / Rap

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Artist: Field Mob f/ Slimm Calhoun
Album: From Tha Roota to Tha Toota
Song: Nothing 2 Lose
Typed by: [email protected]

[Chorus]
I’m ready to flee to a better place
Go West, South, and East, whatever the way
Let’s make a move, hurry up lets go now
You got to believe we can get away
I’m tired of doin what the devils say
We got nothin to lose, take my hand lemme help ya
I want to be free, c’mon brotha
I want to be free, help each otha
I want to be free, love ya sista
I want to be free, dont you miss her
I want to be free. (lalalalalalala). I want to be free

[Kalage]
Master say being born colored was the worst disease
And we the worst to bread, Worse than flees
As long as I work for he, I work for free
He beat me like a dick in jail and cursed at me
I’m certain we, weren’t put on this earth to be, Bustled
Nobody deserve to be, hustled
Look here, run I dare ya
I catch ya, I’ma give ya more lashes than mascara
If its pride or die, im choosin respect
I saw my daddy hung dead, wit a noose on his neck
My niece got raped pregnant, wont tell she scared
Master done it, but she blamin it on drop dead Fred
But one day, things gon’ change for better
Lord knows it cant rain forever
Thats what I told my momma (mmhmm)
Two days later master sold my momma (master sold my momma)

[Chorus]

[Boondox Blax]
uh, uh, uh. I’m in the field, thats white lil niggas and me
From dusk to dawn til the sun come and it leave
Through all seasons, Winter, Fall, Summer, and Spring
Pickin, pushin, pullin, cuttin the field
Sweatin bout to dehydrate, stuck in the heat
and when its cold, joints lock up barker than trees
Rest, I dont get enough of my sleep
Cuz master got us workin late night, and then wakin up in the wee
Hours of the mornin, stackin stalks of hay
Hopin the rain from dawn til shower day
Wishin I could walk away
But then I think about Hardaway
Master cut off his hand
Cuz you cant talk or sing or speak from your mouth
If it aint what master talk or say
But I was taught to pray to the Lord and have faith
Please take me away from this awful place
Cuz you can be so off today

[Chorus]

[Slimm Calhoun]
Man I tell ya drop shit, aint nothin
nuff sufferin, done dealt with more headaches the bufferin
Gotta spend my time off the destructive by gettin by doe bu-bu-bubblin
Cant risk stumblin, fumblin
So im bout takin my life, dice tumblin
I drop down the road, tryin to get that pot of gold
Still out in the field, mobbin with Sean and Smoke
9 times, nine to five, im troop servin
Nine, you bout tryin to eat well, get in line
Cuz momma got laid off, the lil sis need shoes
My brother just got popped back in his county blues
and Pops been made it off, there was no money, no food
Comin through next week, my rent and my girl due
Life aint got no rules, descruction, one-two’s
So every now and then, your gonna sing the blues

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Nothing 2 Lose (Letra)

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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