2 Pac - 16 On Death Row Lyrics
Death rowThats where mother*****ers is endin upDear mama, Im caught up in this sicknessI rob my adversaries, but slick done left a witnessWonder if theyll catch me, or will this nigga snitchShould I shoot his *****, or make the nigga rich?Dont wanna commit murder, but damn they got me trappedHawkin while Im walkin, and talkin behind my backIm kind of schizophrenic, Im in this shit to win itCause lifes a wheel of, fortune heres my chance to spin itGot no time for cops, who trip and try to catch meToo *****in trigger happy, to let them suckers snatch meNiggaz gettin jealous (jealous) tryin to find my stashWhip out the nine, now ima dive and pump your assPeter picked a pepper, but I can pick a punkSnatched him like a *****, and threw him in the trunkThe punk thought I was bluffin, but swear Im nothin niceBefore I take your life, first wrestle with these, micsI listen to him scream, tray deee went insaneI guess the little, mites had finally found his brainNew rovers pull me over, Im sentenced to the penRemember that little, bird, he snitched and told a, friendIts trouble on my mind, Im with the old timersAnd ***** five-oh, blaow blaow.. turn em into forty-niners(chorus)2pac singing-Bye bye, I was never meant to liveCant be positive, when the ghettos where you liveBye bye, I was never meant to beLivin like a thief, runnin through the streetsBye bye, and I got no place to go...Where they find me? 16 on death rowDear mama, these cops dont understand meI turned to a life of crime, cause I came from a broken familyMy uncle used to touch me, I never told you thatScared what you might do, I couldnt hold you backI kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my angerIm down for all my homies, no mercy for a strangerThe brother in my set, is 16 is wetIts hard to adapt, when youre black and youre trapped in a livin hellI shouldnta let him catch meInstead of livin sad in jail I coulda died free and happyAnd my cellmates raped on the normAnd passed around the dorm, you can hear his ***** gettin tornThey made me an animalCant sleep, instead of countin sheep, niggaz countin cannibalsAnd thats how it is in the penTurn old and cold, and your soul is your best friendMy mama prayed for meTell the lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me (why? )Cause when they come for me they find a strugglerTo the death I take the breath from your jugularThe trick is to never lose hopeI found my buddy hangin dead from a rope, 16 on death row(chorus)Dear mama, they sentenced me to deathTodays my final day, Im countin every breathIm bitter cause Im dyin, so much I havent seenI know you never dreamed, your baby would be dead at 16I got beef with a sick society that doesnt give a shitAnd they too quick to say goodbye to meThey tell me the preachers there for meHes a crook with a book, that mother*****er never cared for meHes only here to be sureI dont drop a dime to God bout the crimes hes commitinOn the poor, and how can these people judge me?They aint my peers and in all these years, they aint never love meI never got to be a man, must be part of some big planTo keep a nigga in the state penAnd to my homies out buryin mother*****ersSteer clear of these aryan mother*****ersCause once they got you locked upThey got you trapped, youre better off gettin shotIm convinced self-defense is the wayPlease, stay strapped, pack a gat every dayI wish I woulda known while I was out thereNow Im straight headin for the chair(chorus)16 on death rowIts to all my partners in the penetentiaries16 on death row
