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Death Row |
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That's where mother******s is endin' up |
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Dear mama, I'm caught up in this sickness |
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I robbed my adversaries but slipped and left a witness |
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Wonder if they'll catch me or will this ************* snitch |
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Should I shoot his ************* or make the ************* rich? |
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Don't wanna commit murder, but damn they got me trapped |
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Hawkin while I'm walkin', and talkin' behind my back |
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I'm kind of schizophrenic, I'm in this *************t to win it |
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'Cause life's a Wheel of Fortune here's my chance to spin it |
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Got no time for cops, who trip and try to catch me |
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Too ******' trigger happy, to let them suckers snatch me |
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*************z gettin' jealous, tryin' to find my stash |
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Whip out the nine, now I'ma dive and pump your ass |
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Peter picked a pepper, but I can pick a punk |
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Snatched him like a ************* and threw him in the trunk |
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The punk thought I was bluffin', but swear I'm nothin' nice |
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Before I take your life, first wrestle with these, mics |
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I listen to him scream, Tray Deee went insane |
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I guess the little, mites had finally found his brain |
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New Rovers pull me over, I'm sentenced to the pen |
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Remember that little, bird, he snitched and told a, friend |
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It's trouble on my mind, I'm with the old timers |
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And ************* five-oh, blaow blaow, turn 'em into forty-niners |
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Bye bye, I was never meant to live |
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Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live |
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Bye bye, I was never meant to be |
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Livin' like a thief, runnin' through the streets |
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Bye bye, and I got no place to go |
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Where they find me? 16 on Death Row |
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Dear mama, these cops don't understand me |
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I turned to a life of crime, 'cause I came from a broken family |
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My uncle used to touch me, I never told you that |
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Scared what you might do, I couldn't hold you back |
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I kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my anger |
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I'm down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger |
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The brother in my cell, is 16 as well |
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It's hard to adapt, when you're black and you're trapped in a livin' Hell |
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I shouldn'ta let him catch me |
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Instead of livin' sad in jail I coulda died free and happy |
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And my cellmate's raped on the norm |
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And passed around the dorm, you can hear his asshole gettin' torn |
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They made me an animal |
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Can't sleep, instead of countin' sheep, *************z countin' cannibals |
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And that's how it is in the pen |
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Turn old and cold, and your soul is your best friend |
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My mama prayed for me |
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Tell the Lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me |
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'Cause when they come for me they find a struggler |
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To the death I take the breath from your jugular |
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The trick is to never lose hope |
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I found my buddy hangin' dead from a rope, 16 on Death Row |
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Bye bye, I was never meant to live |
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Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live |
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Bye bye, I was never meant to be |
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Livin' like a thief, runnin' through the streets |
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Bye bye, and I got no place to go |
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Where you find me? 16 on Death Row |
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Dear mama, they sentenced me to death |
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Today's my final day, I'm countin' every breath |
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I'm bitter 'cause I'm dyin', so much I haven't seen |
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I know you never dreamed, your baby would be dead at 16 |
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I got beef with a sick society that doesn't give a *************t |
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And they too quick to say goodbye to me |
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They tell me the preacher's there for me |
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He's a crook with a book, that mother****** never cared for me |
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He's only here to be sure |
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I don't drop a dime to God bout the crimes he's commitin' |
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On the poor, and how can these people judge me? |
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They ain't my peers and in all these years, they ain't never love me |
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I never got to be a man, must be part of some big plan |
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To keep a ************* in the state pen |
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And to my homies out buryin' mother******s |
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Steer clear of these Aryan mother******s |
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'Cause once they got you locked up |
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They got you trapped, you're better off gettin' shot up |
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I'm convinced self-defense is the way |
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Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day |
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I wish I woulda known while I was out there |
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Now I'm straight headin' for the chair |
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Bye bye, I was never meant to live |
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Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where we live |
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Bye bye, I was never meant to be |
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Livin' like a thief, runnin' through the streets |
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Bye bye, and I got no place to go |
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Where you find me? 16 on Death Row |
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16 on Death Row |
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It's to all my partners in the penitentiaries |
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16 on Death Row |