[{"id":17142753,"name":"Nothing to Lose","trackName":"Nothing to Lose","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"2Pac","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The only way to change me is let me blow my brains out\nStuck in the middle of the game to get the pain out\nPray to my God everyday but he don't listen\nThe poverty bothers me\nBut mama's working wonders in the kitchen\n\nListen, I can hear her crying in the bedroom\nPraying for money, we never think would she be dead soon\nAm I wrong for wishing I was somewhere else?\nI'm thirteen, can't feed myself\nCan I blame daddy 'cause he left me\nWish he would've helped me\nToo much like him 'til my mama don't love me\n\nOn my own at a early age, gettin' paid\nAnd I'm strapped so I'll never be afraid\nWhere did I go astray? I'm hanging in the back streets\nRunning with G's and dope fiends, will they jack me?\nCan't turn back, my eyes on the prize\nI got nothing to lose\n\nEverybody gotta die, say goodbye to the bad guy\nThat one you fucked when you passed by\nBuck-buck from a Glock, let the glass fly\nDo or die, walk a mile in my shoes\nAnd you'd be crazy too, with nothing to lose\n\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nI got nothing to lose\nThat's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nI got nothing to lose\nThat's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\n\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nI got nothing to lose\nThat's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nNothing to lose\nThat's why I got gang-related rhymes\n\nI thank the Lord for my many blessings\nThough I'm stressin' keep a vest for protection\nFrom the barrel of the Smith & Wesson\nAnd all my niggas in the pen', here we go again\nAin't nothing separating us from a Mac-10\n\nBorn in the ghetto as a hustler, older\nStraight soldier bucking at them busters\nNo matter how you try, niggas never die\nWe just retaliate with hate, then we multiply\n\nSee me striking down the block hittin' corners\nMobbin' like a motherfucker livin' like I wanna\nAin't no stoppin' at the red lights, I'm sideways\nThug Life motherfucker crime pays\n\nLet the cops put they lights on\nChase me nigga, zig-zaggin' through the freeway\nRace me nigga, in a high speed chase with the law\nThe realest motherfucker that you ever saw\nI'm livin' raw 'til they bury me, don't worry me\nI'm high livin' like I ain't afraid to die\nAnd you could walk a mile in my shoes\nAnd you'd be crazy too, with nothing to lose\n\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nI got nothing to lose\nThat's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nI got nothing to lose\nThat's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\n\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nAnd nothing to lose\nThat's why I got gang-related rhymes (nothing to lose)\nI got raw when I came to Cali (nothing to lose)\nThat's why I got gang-related rhymes\n\nAin't no escape from a deadly fate\nAnd everyday there's a million black bodies put away\nI'm startin' to lose hope\nIt seems everybody's on dope\nMama told me to leave 'cause she was broke\n\nSometimes I choke on the indo\nPeepin' out the window alone on my own, I'm a criminal\nGot no love from the household\nI'm out cold in the streets, give me motherfucking peace\nI got nothing to lose, and something to prove\nWhat do I do livin' Thug Life, nigga stay true\n\nI wonder when they kill me\nIs there a Heaven for a real G?\nLord forgive me if you feel me?\n'Cause all my life I was dirt broke\nWith no hope, little skinny motherfucker wantin' dough\n\nI hated cutting suckers with my razor blade\nBut every day it's a struggle to get major paid\nAnyway it's so hard on a nigga in this city\nNo pity and ain't no love for the scrubs that be buyin' dimes\nIf you could walk a mile in my shoes\nYou'd be crazy too, with nothing to lose\n\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nGot nothing to lose\nThat's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nGot nothing to lose\nThat's why I got gang-related rhymes (livin' with nothing to lose)\n\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nThat's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nYou know\nThat's why I got gang-related rhymes\n\nThey wonder what type nigga be a Thug Life nigga\nWe be the craziest\nMotherfucker\nYou know\nThey wonder what type nigga be a Thug Life nigga\nWe be the craziest","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.15] The only way to change me is let me blow my brains out\n[00:02.54] Stuck in the middle of the game to get the pain out\n[00:04.97] Pray to my God everyday but he don't listen\n[00:06.97] The poverty bothers me\n[00:08.05] But mama's working wonders in the kitchen\n[00:09.56] Listen, I can hear her crying in the bedroom\n[00:11.96] Praying for money, we never think would she be dead soon\n[00:14.55] Am I wrong for wishing I was somewhere else?\n[00:16.76] I'm thirteen, can't feed myself\n[00:18.42] Can I blame daddy 'cause he left me\n[00:20.59] Wish he would've helped me\n[00:21.23] Too much like him 'til my mama don't love me\n[00:23.55] On my own at a early age, gettin' paid\n[00:26.04] And I'm strapped so I'll never be afraid\n[00:27.88] Where did I go astray? I'm hanging in the back streets\n[00:30.43] Running with G's and dope fiends, will they jack me?\n[00:32.52] Can't turn back, my eyes on the prize\n[00:34.64] I got nothing to lose\n[00:35.61] Everybody gotta die, say goodbye to the bad guy\n[00:38.48] That one you fucked when you passed by\n[00:40.27] Buck-buck from a Glock, let the glass fly\n[00:42.72] Do or die, walk a mile in my shoes\n[00:44.73] And you'd be crazy too, with nothing to lose\n[00:46.72] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[00:48.21] I got nothing to lose\n[00:49.59] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\n[00:51.41] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[00:53.03] I got nothing to lose\n[00:54.37] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\n[00:56.05] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[00:57.92] I got nothing to lose\n[00:59.12] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\n[01:00.78] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[01:02.99] Nothing to lose\n[01:03.70] That's why I got gang-related rhymes\n[01:05.23] I thank the Lord for my many blessings\n[01:07.07] Though I'm stressin' keep a vest for protection\n[01:08.86] From the barrel of the Smith & Wesson\n[01:10.60] And all my niggas in the pen', here we go again\n[01:12.53] Ain't nothing separating us from a Mac-10\n[01:14.98] Born in the ghetto as a hustler, older\n[01:17.58] Straight soldier bucking at them busters\n[01:19.36] No matter how you try, niggas never die\n[01:21.53] We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply\n[01:23.83] See me striking down the block hittin' corners\n[01:25.94] Mobbin' like a motherfucker livin' like I wanna\n[01:28.37] Ain't no stoppin' at the red lights, I'm sideways\n[01:30.85] Thug Life motherfucker crime pays\n[01:33.09] Let the cops put they lights on\n[01:34.68] Chase me nigga, zig-zaggin' through the freeway\n[01:37.13] Race me nigga, in a high speed chase with the law\n[01:39.76] The realest motherfucker that you ever saw\n[01:41.50] I'm livin' raw 'til they bury me, don't worry me\n[01:44.37] I'm high livin' like I ain't afraid to die\n[01:48.08] And you could walk a mile in my shoes\n[01:49.61] And you'd be crazy too, with nothing to lose\n[01:51.67] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[01:53.60] I got nothing to lose\n[01:54.65] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\n[01:56.74] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[01:57.95] I got nothing to lose\n[01:59.37] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\n[02:01.07] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[02:02.84] And nothing to lose\n[02:04.07] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (nothing to lose)\n[02:05.47] I got raw when I came to Cali (nothing to lose)\n[02:08.68] That's why I got gang-related rhymes\n[02:10.23] Ain't no escape from a deadly fate\n[02:11.93] And everyday there's a million black bodies put away\n[02:14.48] I'm startin' to lose hope\n[02:15.66] It seems everybody's on dope\n[02:17.32] Mama told me to leave 'cause she was broke\n[02:19.07] Sometimes I choke on the indo\n[02:21.22] Peepin' out the window alone on my own, I'm a criminal\n[02:24.16] Got no love from the household\n[02:25.90] I'm out cold in the streets, give me motherfucking peace\n[02:28.57] I got nothing to lose, and something to prove\n[02:30.53] What do I do livin' Thug Life, nigga stay true\n[02:33.06] I wonder when they kill me\n[02:34.56] Is there a Heaven for a real G?\n[02:36.11] Lord forgive me if you feel me?\n[02:38.09] 'Cause all my life I was dirt broke\n[02:39.64] With no hope, little skinny motherfucker wantin' dough\n[02:42.22] I hated cutting suckers with my razor blade\n[02:44.47] But every day it's a struggle to get major paid\n[02:46.92] Anyway it's so hard on a nigga in this city\n[02:49.33] No pity and ain't no love for the scrubs that be buyin' dimes\n[02:52.94] If you could walk a mile in my shoes\n[02:54.73] You'd be crazy too, with nothing to lose\n[02:56.89] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[02:58.39] Got nothing to lose\n[02:59.79] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\n[03:01.26] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[03:03.06] Got nothing to lose\n[03:04.13] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (livin' with nothing to lose)\n[03:06.04] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[03:09.04] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\n[03:10.62] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[03:12.97] You know\n[03:13.78] That's why I got gang-related rhymes\n[03:15.10] They wonder what type nigga be a Thug Life nigga\n[03:18.54] We be the craziest\n[03:20.90] Motherfucker\n[03:23.47] You know\n[03:24.36] They wonder what type nigga be a Thug Life nigga\n[03:27.77] We be the craziest\n[03:30.17] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Nothing to Lose\n artist: 2Pac\n album: 2Pac\n duration_ms: 220000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: The only way to change me is let me blow my brains out\n start_ms: 150\n end_ms: 2540\n- text: Stuck in the middle of the game to get the pain out\n start_ms: 2540\n end_ms: 4970\n- 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soon\n Am I wrong for wishing I was somewhere else?\n I'm thirteen, can't feed myself\n Can I blame daddy 'cause he left me\n Wish he would've helped me\n Too much like him 'til my mama don't love me\n\n On my own at a early age, gettin' paid\n And I'm strapped so I'll never be afraid\n Where did I go astray? 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I'm hanging in the back streets\n[00:30.43] Running with G's and dope fiends, will they jack me?\n[00:32.52] Can't turn back, my eyes on the prize\n[00:34.64] I got nothing to lose\n[00:35.61] Everybody gotta die, say goodbye to the bad guy\n[00:38.48] That one you fucked when you passed by\n[00:40.27] Buck-buck from a Glock, let the glass fly\n[00:42.72] Do or die, walk a mile in my shoes\n[00:44.73] And you'd be crazy too, with nothing to lose\n[00:46.72] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[00:48.21] I got nothing to lose\n[00:49.59] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\n[00:51.41] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[00:53.03] I got nothing to lose\n[00:54.37] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\n[00:56.05] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[00:57.92] I got nothing to lose\n[00:59.12] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\n[01:00.78] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[01:02.99] Nothing to lose\n[01:03.70] That's why I got gang-related rhymes\n[01:05.23] I thank the Lord for my many blessings\n[01:07.07] Though I'm stressin' keep a vest for protection\n[01:08.86] From the barrel of the Smith & Wesson\n[01:10.60] And all my niggas in the pen', here we go again\n[01:12.53] Ain't nothing separating us from a Mac-10\n[01:14.98] Born in the ghetto as a hustler, older\n[01:17.58] Straight soldier bucking at them busters\n[01:19.36] No matter how you try, niggas never die\n[01:21.53] We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply\n[01:23.83] See me striking down the block hittin' corners\n[01:25.94] Mobbin' like a motherfucker livin' like I wanna\n[01:28.37] Ain't no stoppin' at the red lights, I'm sideways\n[01:30.85] Thug Life motherfucker crime pays\n[01:33.09] Let the cops put they lights on\n[01:34.68] Chase me nigga, zig-zaggin' through the freeway\n[01:37.13] Race me nigga, in a high speed chase with the law\n[01:39.76] The realest motherfucker that you ever saw\n[01:41.50] I'm livin' raw 'til they bury me, don't worry me\n[01:44.37] I'm high livin' like I ain't afraid to die\n[01:48.08] And you could walk a mile in my shoes\n[01:49.61] And you'd be crazy too, with nothing to lose\n[01:51.67] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[01:53.60] I got nothing to lose\n[01:54.65] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\n[01:56.74] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[01:57.95] I got nothing to lose\n[01:59.37] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\n[02:01.07] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[02:02.84] And nothing to lose\n[02:04.07] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (nothing to lose)\n[02:05.47] I got raw when I came to Cali (nothing to lose)\n[02:08.68] That's why I got gang-related rhymes\n[02:10.23] Ain't no escape from a deadly fate\n[02:11.93] And everyday there's a million black bodies put away\n[02:14.48] I'm startin' to lose hope\n[02:15.66] It seems everybody's on dope\n[02:17.32] Mama told me to leave 'cause she was broke\n[02:19.07] Sometimes I choke on the indo\n[02:21.22] Peepin' out the window alone on my own, I'm a criminal\n[02:24.16] Got no love from the household\n[02:25.90] I'm out cold in the streets, give me motherfucking peace\n[02:28.57] I got nothing to lose, and something to prove\n[02:30.53] What do I do livin' Thug Life, nigga stay true\n[02:33.06] I wonder when they kill me\n[02:34.56] Is there a Heaven for a real G?\n[02:36.11] Lord forgive me if you feel me?\n[02:38.09] 'Cause all my life I was dirt broke\n[02:39.64] With no hope, little skinny motherfucker wantin' dough\n[02:42.22] I hated cutting suckers with my razor blade\n[02:44.47] But every day it's a struggle to get major paid\n[02:46.92] Anyway it's so hard on a nigga in this city\n[02:49.33] No pity and ain't no love for the scrubs that be buyin' dimes\n[02:52.94] If you could walk a mile in my shoes\n[02:54.73] You'd be crazy too, with nothing to lose\n[02:56.89] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[02:58.39] Got nothing to lose\n[02:59.79] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\n[03:01.26] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[03:03.06] Got nothing to lose\n[03:04.13] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (livin' with nothing to lose)\n[03:06.04] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[03:09.04] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\n[03:10.62] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[03:12.97] You know\n[03:13.78] That's why I got gang-related rhymes\n[03:15.10] They wonder what type nigga be a Thug Life nigga\n[03:18.54] We be the craziest\n[03:20.90] Motherfucker\n[03:23.47] You know\n[03:24.36] They wonder what type nigga be a Thug Life nigga\n[03:27.77] We be the craziest\n[03:30.17] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Nothing To Lose\n artist: 2Pac\n album: DJ Fatal & DJ Hitman Presents 2Pac - 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I'm hanging in the back streets\n[00:30.45] Running with G's and dope fiends, will they jack me?\n[00:32.54] Can't turn back, my eyes on the prize\n[00:34.60] I got nothing to lose\n[00:35.66] Everybody gotta die, say goodbye to the bad guy\n[00:38.42] That one you fucked when you passed by\n[00:40.27] Buck-buck from a Glock, let the glass fly\n[00:42.73] Do or die, walk a mile in my shoes\n[00:44.78] And you'd be crazy too, with nothing to lose\n[00:46.71] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[00:48.24] I got nothing to lose\n[00:49.52] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\n[00:51.41] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[00:53.06] I got nothing to lose\n[00:54.36] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\n[00:56.05] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[00:57.91] I got nothing to lose\n[00:59.17] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\n[01:00.72] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[01:02.99] Nothing to lose\n[01:03.73] That's why I got gang-related rhymes\n[01:05.42] I thank the Lord for my many blessings\n[01:07.07] Though I'm stressin' keep a vest for protection\n[01:08.89] From the barrel of the Smith & Wesson\n[01:10.51] And all my niggas in the pen', here we go again\n[01:12.51] Ain't nothing separating us from a Mac-10\n[01:14.92] Born in the ghetto as a hustler, older\n[01:17.52] Straight soldier bucking at them busters\n[01:19.30] No matter how you try, niggas never die\n[01:21.59] We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply\n[01:23.86] See me striking down the block hittin' corners\n[01:25.96] Mobbin' like a motherfucker livin' like I wanna\n[01:28.34] Ain't no stoppin' at the red lights, I'm sideways\n[01:30.81] Thug Life motherfucker crime pays\n[01:33.07] Let the cops put they lights on\n[01:34.61] Chase me nigga, zig-zaggin' through the freeway\n[01:37.12] Race me nigga, in a high speed chase with the law\n[01:39.74] The realest motherfucker that you ever saw\n[01:41.54] I'm livin' raw 'til they bury me, don't worry me\n[01:44.31] I'm high livin' like I ain't afraid to die\n[01:48.05] And you could walk a mile in my shoes\n[01:49.68] And you'd be crazy too, with nothing to lose\n[01:51.63] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[01:53.66] I got nothing to lose\n[01:54.65] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\n[01:56.79] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[01:57.92] I got nothing to lose\n[01:59.36] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\n[02:01.07] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[02:02.85] And nothing to lose\n[02:04.06] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (nothing to lose)\n[02:05.40] I got raw when I came to Cali (nothing to lose)\n[02:08.67] That's why I got gang-related rhymes\n[02:10.23] Ain't no escape from a deadly fate\n[02:11.91] And everyday there's a million black bodies put away\n[02:14.47] I'm startin' to lose hope\n[02:15.65] It seems everybody's on dope\n[02:17.32] Mama told me to leave 'cause she was broke\n[02:19.00] Sometimes I choke on the indo\n[02:21.25] Peepin' out the window alone on my own, I'm a criminal\n[02:24.11] Got no love from the household\n[02:25.97] I'm out cold in the streets, give me motherfucking peace\n[02:28.51] I got nothing to lose, and something to prove\n[02:30.56] What do I do livin' Thug Life, nigga stay true\n[02:33.08] I wonder when they kill me\n[02:34.59] Is there a Heaven for a real G?\n[02:36.17] Lord forgive me if you feel me?\n[02:38.00] 'Cause all my life I was dirt broke\n[02:39.63] With no hope, little skinny motherfucker wantin' dough\n[02:42.21] I hated cutting suckers with my razor blade\n[02:44.41] But every day it's a struggle to get major paid\n[02:46.98] Anyway it's so hard on a nigga in this city\n[02:49.30] No pity and ain't no love for the scrubs that be buyin' dimes\n[02:52.95] If you could walk a mile in my shoes\n[02:54.75] You'd be crazy too, with nothing to lose\n[02:56.85] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[02:58.35] Got nothing to lose\n[02:59.78] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\n[03:01.22] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[03:03.02] Got nothing to lose\n[03:04.13] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (livin' with nothing to lose)\n[03:06.08] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[03:09.03] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\n[03:10.60] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[03:12.92] You know\n[03:13.73] That's why I got gang-related rhymes\n[03:15.18] They wonder what type nigga be a Thug Life nigga\n[03:18.57] We be the craziest\n[03:20.95] Motherfucker\n[03:23.49] You know\n[03:24.33] They wonder what type nigga be a Thug Life nigga\n[03:27.77] We be the craziest\n[03:39.76] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Nothing To Lose\n artist: 2Pac\n album: R U Still Down? 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I'm hanging in the back streets\nRunning with G's and dope fiends, will they jack me?\nCan't turn back, my eyes on the prize\nI got nothing to lose\n\nEverybody gotta die, say goodbye to the bad guy\nThat one you fucked when you passed by\nBuck-buck from a Glock, let the glass fly\nDo or die, walk a mile in my shoes\nAnd you'd be crazy too, with nothing to lose\n\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nI got nothing to lose\nThat's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nI got nothing to lose\nThat's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\n\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nI got nothing to lose\nThat's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nNothing to lose\nThat's why I got gang-related rhymes\n\nI thank the Lord for my many blessings\nThough I'm stressin' keep a vest for protection\nFrom the barrel of the Smith & Wesson\nAnd all my niggas in the pen', here we go again\nAin't nothing separating us from a Mac-10\n\nBorn in the ghetto as a hustler, older\nStraight soldier bucking at them busters\nNo matter how you try, niggas never die\nWe just retaliate with hate, then we multiply\n\nSee me striking down the block hittin' corners\nMobbin' like a motherfucker livin' like I wanna\nAin't no stoppin' at the red lights, I'm sideways\nThug Life motherfucker crime pays\n\nLet the cops put they lights on\nChase me nigga, zig-zaggin' through the freeway\nRace me nigga, in a high speed chase with the law\nThe realest motherfucker that you ever saw\nI'm livin' raw 'til they bury me, don't worry me\nI'm high livin' like I ain't afraid to die\nAnd you could walk a mile in my shoes\nAnd you'd be crazy too, with nothing to lose\n\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nI got nothing to lose\nThat's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nI got nothing to lose\nThat's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\n\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nAnd nothing to lose\nThat's why I got gang-related rhymes (nothing to lose)\nI got raw when I came to Cali (nothing to lose)\nThat's why I got gang-related rhymes\n\nAin't no escape from a deadly fate\nAnd everyday there's a million black bodies put away\nI'm startin' to lose hope\nIt seems everybody's on dope\nMama told me to leave 'cause she was broke\n\nSometimes I choke on the indo\nPeepin' out the window alone on my own, I'm a criminal\nGot no love from the household\nI'm out cold in the streets, give me motherfucking peace\nI got nothing to lose, and something to prove\nWhat do I do livin' Thug Life, nigga stay true\n\nI wonder when they kill me\nIs there a Heaven for a real G?\nLord forgive me if you feel me?\n'Cause all my life I was dirt broke\nWith no hope, little skinny motherfucker wantin' dough\n\nI hated cutting suckers with my razor blade\nBut every day it's a struggle to get major paid\nAnyway it's so hard on a nigga in this city\nNo pity and ain't no love for the scrubs that be buyin' dimes\nIf you could walk a mile in my shoes\nYou'd be crazy too, with nothing to lose\n\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nGot nothing to lose\nThat's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nGot nothing to lose\nThat's why I got gang-related rhymes (livin' with nothing to lose)\n\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nThat's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nYou know\nThat's why I got gang-related rhymes\n\nThey wonder what type nigga be a Thug Life nigga\nWe be the craziest\nMotherfucker\nYou know\nThey wonder what type nigga be a Thug Life nigga\nWe be the craziest","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.15] The only way to change me is let me blow my brains out\n[00:02.54] Stuck in the middle of the game to get the pain out\n[00:04.97] Pray to my God everyday but he don't listen\n[00:06.97] The poverty bothers me\n[00:08.05] But mama's working wonders in the kitchen\n[00:09.56] Listen, I can hear her crying in the bedroom\n[00:11.96] Praying for money, we never think would she be dead soon\n[00:14.55] Am I wrong for wishing I was somewhere else?\n[00:16.76] I'm thirteen, can't feed myself\n[00:18.42] Can I blame daddy 'cause he left me\n[00:20.59] Wish he would've helped me\n[00:21.23] Too much like him 'til my mama don't love me\n[00:23.55] On my own at a early age, gettin' paid\n[00:26.04] And I'm strapped so I'll never be afraid\n[00:27.88] Where did I go astray? I'm hanging in the back streets\n[00:30.43] Running with G's and dope fiends, will they jack me?\n[00:32.52] Can't turn back, my eyes on the prize\n[00:34.64] I got nothing to lose\n[00:35.61] Everybody gotta die, say goodbye to the bad guy\n[00:38.48] That one you fucked when you passed by\n[00:40.27] Buck-buck from a Glock, let the glass fly\n[00:42.72] Do or die, walk a mile in my shoes\n[00:44.73] And you'd be crazy too, with nothing to lose\n[00:46.72] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[00:48.21] I got nothing to lose\n[00:49.59] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\n[00:51.41] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[00:53.03] I got nothing to lose\n[00:54.37] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\n[00:56.05] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[00:57.92] I got nothing to lose\n[00:59.12] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\n[01:00.78] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[01:02.99] Nothing to lose\n[01:03.70] That's why I got gang-related rhymes\n[01:05.23] I thank the Lord for my many blessings\n[01:07.07] Though I'm stressin' keep a vest for protection\n[01:08.86] From the barrel of the Smith & Wesson\n[01:10.60] And all my niggas in the pen', here we go again\n[01:12.53] Ain't nothing separating us from a Mac-10\n[01:14.98] Born in the ghetto as a hustler, older\n[01:17.58] Straight soldier bucking at them busters\n[01:19.36] No matter how you try, niggas never die\n[01:21.53] We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply\n[01:23.83] See me striking down the block hittin' corners\n[01:25.94] Mobbin' like a motherfucker livin' like I wanna\n[01:28.37] Ain't no stoppin' at the red lights, I'm sideways\n[01:30.85] Thug Life motherfucker crime pays\n[01:33.09] Let the cops put they lights on\n[01:34.68] Chase me nigga, zig-zaggin' through the freeway\n[01:37.13] Race me nigga, in a high speed chase with the law\n[01:39.76] The realest motherfucker that you ever saw\n[01:41.50] I'm livin' raw 'til they bury me, don't worry me\n[01:44.37] I'm high livin' like I ain't afraid to die\n[01:48.08] And you could walk a mile in my shoes\n[01:49.61] And you'd be crazy too, with nothing to lose\n[01:51.67] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[01:53.60] I got nothing to lose\n[01:54.65] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\n[01:56.74] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[01:57.95] I got nothing to lose\n[01:59.37] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\n[02:01.07] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[02:02.84] And nothing to lose\n[02:04.07] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (nothing to lose)\n[02:05.47] I got raw when I came to Cali (nothing to lose)\n[02:08.68] That's why I got gang-related rhymes\n[02:10.23] Ain't no escape from a deadly fate\n[02:11.93] And everyday there's a million black bodies put away\n[02:14.48] I'm startin' to lose hope\n[02:15.66] It seems everybody's on dope\n[02:17.32] Mama told me to leave 'cause she was broke\n[02:19.07] Sometimes I choke on the indo\n[02:21.22] Peepin' out the window alone on my own, I'm a criminal\n[02:24.16] Got no love from the household\n[02:25.90] I'm out cold in the streets, give me motherfucking peace\n[02:28.57] I got nothing to lose, and something to prove\n[02:30.53] What do I do livin' Thug Life, nigga stay true\n[02:33.06] I wonder when they kill me\n[02:34.56] Is there a Heaven for a real G?\n[02:36.11] Lord forgive me if you feel me?\n[02:38.09] 'Cause all my life I was dirt broke\n[02:39.64] With no hope, little skinny motherfucker wantin' dough\n[02:42.22] I hated cutting suckers with my razor blade\n[02:44.47] But every day it's a struggle to get major paid\n[02:46.92] Anyway it's so hard on a nigga in this city\n[02:49.33] No pity and ain't no love for the scrubs that be buyin' dimes\n[02:52.94] If you could walk a mile in my shoes\n[02:54.73] You'd be crazy too, with nothing to lose\n[02:56.89] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[02:58.39] Got nothing to lose\n[02:59.79] That's why I got 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I'm hanging in the back streets\n[00:30.43] Running with G's and dope fiends, will they jack me?\n[00:32.52] Can't turn back, my eyes on the prize\n[00:34.64] I got nothing to lose\n[00:35.61] Everybody gotta die, say goodbye to the bad guy\n[00:38.48] That one you fucked when you passed by\n[00:40.27] Buck-buck from a Glock, let the glass fly\n[00:42.72] Do or die, walk a mile in my shoes\n[00:44.73] And you'd be crazy too, with nothing to lose\n[00:46.72] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[00:48.21] I got nothing to lose\n[00:49.59] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\n[00:51.41] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[00:53.03] I got nothing to lose\n[00:54.37] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\n[00:56.05] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[00:57.92] I got nothing to lose\n[00:59.12] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\n[01:00.78] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[01:02.99] Nothing to lose\n[01:03.70] That's why I got gang-related rhymes\n[01:05.23] I thank the Lord for my many blessings\n[01:07.07] Though I'm stressin' keep a vest for protection\n[01:08.86] From the barrel of the Smith & Wesson\n[01:10.60] And all my niggas in the pen', here we go again\n[01:12.53] Ain't nothing separating us from a Mac-10\n[01:14.98] Born in the ghetto as a hustler, older\n[01:17.58] Straight soldier bucking at them busters\n[01:19.36] No matter how you try, niggas never die\n[01:21.53] We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply\n[01:23.83] See me striking down the block hittin' corners\n[01:25.94] Mobbin' like a motherfucker livin' like I wanna\n[01:28.37] Ain't no stoppin' at the red lights, I'm sideways\n[01:30.85] Thug Life motherfucker crime pays\n[01:33.09] Let the cops put they lights on\n[01:34.68] Chase me nigga, zig-zaggin' through the freeway\n[01:37.13] Race me nigga, in a high speed chase with the law\n[01:39.76] The realest motherfucker that you ever saw\n[01:41.50] I'm livin' raw 'til they bury me, don't worry me\n[01:44.37] I'm high livin' like I ain't afraid to die\n[01:48.08] And you could walk a mile in my shoes\n[01:49.61] And you'd be crazy too, with nothing to lose\n[01:51.67] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[01:53.60] I got nothing to lose\n[01:54.65] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\n[01:56.74] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[01:57.95] I got nothing to lose\n[01:59.37] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\n[02:01.07] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[02:02.84] And nothing to lose\n[02:04.07] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (nothing to lose)\n[02:05.47] I got raw when I came to Cali (nothing to lose)\n[02:08.68] That's why I got gang-related rhymes\n[02:10.23] Ain't no escape from a deadly fate\n[02:11.93] And everyday there's a million black bodies put away\n[02:14.48] I'm startin' to lose hope\n[02:15.66] It seems everybody's on dope\n[02:17.32] Mama told me to leave 'cause she was broke\n[02:19.07] Sometimes I choke on the indo\n[02:21.22] Peepin' out the window alone on my own, I'm a criminal\n[02:24.16] Got no love from the household\n[02:25.90] I'm out cold in the streets, give me motherfucking peace\n[02:28.57] I got nothing to lose, and something to prove\n[02:30.53] What do I do livin' Thug Life, nigga stay true\n[02:33.06] I wonder when they kill me\n[02:34.56] Is there a Heaven for a real G?\n[02:36.11] Lord forgive me if you feel me?\n[02:38.09] 'Cause all my life I was dirt broke\n[02:39.64] With no hope, little skinny motherfucker wantin' dough\n[02:42.22] I hated cutting suckers with my razor blade\n[02:44.47] But every day it's a struggle to get major paid\n[02:46.92] Anyway it's so hard on a nigga in this city\n[02:49.33] No pity and ain't no love for the scrubs that be buyin' dimes\n[02:52.94] If you could walk a mile in my shoes\n[02:54.73] You'd be crazy too, with nothing to lose\n[02:56.89] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[02:58.39] Got nothing to lose\n[02:59.79] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\n[03:01.26] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[03:03.06] Got nothing to lose\n[03:04.13] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (livin' with nothing to lose)\n[03:06.04] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[03:09.04] That's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\n[03:10.62] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[03:12.97] You know\n[03:13.78] That's why I got gang-related rhymes\n[03:15.10] They wonder what type nigga be a Thug Life nigga\n[03:18.54] We be the craziest\n[03:20.90] Motherfucker\n[03:23.47] You know\n[03:24.36] They wonder what type nigga be a Thug Life nigga\n[03:27.77] We be the craziest\n[03:30.17] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Nothing to Lose\n artist: 2Pac\n album: R U Still Down? 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soon\n Am I wrong for wishing I was somewhere else?\n I'm thirteen, can't feed myself\n Can I blame daddy 'cause he left me\n Wish he would've helped me\n Too much like him 'til my mama don't love me\n\n On my own at a early age, gettin' paid\n And I'm strapped so I'll never be afraid\n Where did I go astray? 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I'm hanging in the back streets\nRunning with G's and dope fiends, will they jack me?\nCan't turn back, my eyes on the prize\nI got nothing to lose\n\nEverybody gotta die, say goodbye to the bad guy\nThat one you fucked when you passed by\nBuck-buck from a Glock, let the glass fly\nDo or die, walk a mile in my shoes\nAnd you'd be crazy too, with nothing to lose\n\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nI got nothing to lose\nThat's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nI got nothing to lose\nThat's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\n\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nI got nothing to lose\nThat's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nNothing to lose\nThat's why I got gang-related rhymes\n\nI thank the Lord for my many blessings\nThough I'm stressin' keep a vest for protection\nFrom the barrel of the Smith & Wesson\nAnd all my niggas in the pen', here we go again\nAin't nothing separating us from a Mac-10\n\nBorn in the ghetto as a hustler, older\nStraight soldier bucking at them busters\nNo matter how you try, niggas never die\nWe just retaliate with hate, then we multiply\n\nSee me striking down the block hittin' corners\nMobbin' like a motherfucker livin' like I wanna\nAin't no stoppin' at the red lights, I'm sideways\nThug Life motherfucker crime pays\n\nLet the cops put they lights on\nChase me nigga, zig-zaggin' through the freeway\nRace me nigga, in a high speed chase with the law\nThe realest motherfucker that you ever saw\nI'm livin' raw 'til they bury me, don't worry me\nI'm high livin' like I ain't afraid to die\nAnd you could walk a mile in my shoes\nAnd you'd be crazy too, with nothing to lose\n\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nI got nothing to lose\nThat's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nI got nothing to lose\nThat's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\n\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nAnd nothing to lose\nThat's why I got gang-related rhymes (nothing to lose)\nI got raw when I came to Cali (nothing to lose)\nThat's why I got gang-related rhymes\n\nAin't no escape from a deadly fate\nAnd everyday there's a million black bodies put away\nI'm startin' to lose hope\nIt seems everybody's on dope\nMama told me to leave 'cause she was broke\n\nSometimes I choke on the indo\nPeepin' out the window alone on my own, I'm a criminal\nGot no love from the household\nI'm out cold in the streets, give me motherfucking peace\nI got nothing to lose, and something to prove\nWhat do I do livin' Thug Life, nigga stay true\n\nI wonder when they kill me\nIs there a Heaven for a real G?\nLord forgive me if you feel me?\n'Cause all my life I was dirt broke\nWith no hope, little skinny motherfucker wantin' dough\n\nI hated cutting suckers with my razor blade\nBut every day it's a struggle to get major paid\nAnyway it's so hard on a nigga in this city\nNo pity and ain't no love for the scrubs that be buyin' dimes\nIf you could walk a mile in my shoes\nYou'd be crazy too, with nothing to lose\n\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nGot nothing to lose\nThat's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nGot nothing to lose\nThat's why I got gang-related rhymes (livin' with nothing to lose)\n\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nThat's why I got gang-related rhymes (got nothing to lose)\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nYou know\nThat's why I got gang-related rhymes\n\nThey wonder what type nigga be a Thug Life nigga\nWe be the craziest\nMotherfucker\nYou know\nThey wonder what type nigga be a Thug Life nigga\nWe be the craziest","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.15] The only way to change me is let me blow my brains out\n[00:02.54] Stuck in the middle of the game to get the pain out\n[00:04.97] Pray to my God everyday but he don't listen\n[00:06.97] The poverty bothers me\n[00:08.05] But mama's working wonders in the kitchen\n[00:09.56] Listen, I can hear her crying in the bedroom\n[00:11.96] Praying for money, we never think would she be dead soon\n[00:14.55] Am I wrong for wishing I was somewhere else?\n[00:16.76] I'm thirteen, can't feed myself\n[00:18.42] Can I blame daddy 'cause he left me\n[00:20.59] Wish he would've helped me\n[00:21.23] Too much like him 'til my mama don't love me\n[00:23.55] On my own at a early age, gettin' paid\n[00:26.04] And I'm strapped so I'll never be afraid\n[00:27.88] Where did I go astray? 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