Neva Had A Chance

[Hook]
Never had a chance, never had a chance
Never had a chance, never had a chance
Never had a chance, never had a chance

[Verse 1: DJ Yella]
I thought a child would be the most precious thing
In the mother's life
But sometimes things just don't seem to work the way they should
You know what I'm saying?
It takes a scandalous bitch
To bring a child in this world for nothing (Yeah, nothing)
Calling funk fools daddy and still every night, tripping (Tripping)
But the little B.G. hugging just like a Trojan
Getting his ass beat everyday behind the mama smoking
(Cluck head)
He barely knew his mamma, and damn sure will never know his dad

[Hook]
Never had a chance, never had a chance
Never had a chance, never had a chance
Never had a chance, never had a chance

[Verse 2: DJ Yella]
What's up
The little BGs are grown up now
Compton style, raised on the .44 yell and triple beam
Surrounded by all his homies, this is his family now
Oh mamma, she's still tripping
Tell her from the flow they been waiting to die, walking dead
You know, he don't respect your ass no more, bitch
I wonder why?
Fifteen years old, tree bird, one last deal
The Place: Compton and Long Beach
The Time: 12:00 Midnight
The Outcome: two to the head (*Two gun ghots*)
B.G. dead

[Hook]
Never had a chance, never had a chance
Never had a chance, never had a chance
Never had a chance, never had a chance