Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 16 On Death Row , by - 2Pac. Release date: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 16 On Death Row , by - 2Pac. 16 On Death Row |
| Dear mama, I’m caught up in this sickness |
| I robbed my adversaries but slipped and left a witness |
| Wonder if they’ll catch me, or will this nigga snitch? |
| Should I shoot his bitch or make the nigga rich |
| Don’t wanna commit murder, but damn, they got me trapped |
| Hawkin' while I’m walkin' and talkin' behind my back |
| I’m kind of schizophrenic, I’m in this shit to win it |
| 'Cause life’s a Wheel of Fortune, here’s my chance to spin it |
| Got no time for cops, who trip and try to catch me |
| Too fuckin' trigger-happy to let them suckers snatch me |
| Niggas gettin' jealous, tryin' to find my stash |
| Whip out the 9, now pump your ass |
| Peter picked a pepper, but I can pick a punk |
| Snatched him like a bitch and threw him in the trunk |
| The punk thought I was bluffin', but swear I’m nothin' nice |
| Before I take your life, first wrestle with these mites |
| I listened to his screams, until he went insane |
| I guess the little mites had finally found his brain |
| New Rovers pull me over, I’m sentenced to the pen |
| Remember that little bird? |
| He snitched and told a friend |
| It’s trouble on my mind, I’m with the old-timers |
| And fuck five-0! |
| Blaow, blaow! |
| Turn 'em into forty-niners |
| Bye bye, I was never meant to live |
| Can’t be positive when the ghetto’s where you live |
| Bye bye, I was never meant to be |
| Livin' like a thief, runnin' through the streets |
| Bye bye, and I got no place to go |
| Where they find me; |
| 16 on Death Row |
| Dear mama, these cops don’t understand me |
| I turned to a life of crime, 'cause I came from a broken family |
| My uncle used to touch me, I never told you that |
| Scared what you might do, I couldn’t hold you back |
| I kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my anger |
| I’m down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger |
| The brother in my cell is 16 as well |
| It’s hard to adapt when you’re black |
| And you’re trapped in a living hell |
| I shouldn’t have let him catch me |
| Instead of livin' sad in jail I could’ve died free and happy |
| And my cellmate’s raped on the norm |
| And passed around the dorm |
| You can hear his asshole gettin' torn |
| They made me an animal, can’t sleep |
| Instead of countin' sheep, niggas countin' cannibals |
| And that’s how it is in the pen |
| Turn old and cold, and your soul is your best friend |
| My mama, pray for me; |
| tell the Lord to make way for me |
| Prepare any day for me (Why?) |
| 'Cause when they come for me they find a struggler |
| To the death I take the breath from your jugular |
| The trick is to never lose hope |
| I found my buddy hangin' dead from a rope; |
| 16 on Death Row |
| Bye bye, I was never meant to live |
| Can’t be positive when the ghetto’s where you live |
| Bye bye, I was never meant to be |
| Livin' like a thief, runnin' through the streets |
| Bye bye, and I got no place to go |
| Where they find me; |
| 16 on Death Row |
| Dear mama, they sentenced me to death |
| Today’s my final day, I’m countin' every breath |
| I’m bitter 'cause I’m dying, so much I haven’t seen |
| I know you never dreamed your baby would be dead at 16 |
| I got beef with a sick society |
| That doesn’t give a shit |
| And they too quick to say goodbye to me |
| They tell me the preacher’s there for me |
| He’s a crook with a book |
| That mothafucka never cared for me |
| He’s only here to be sure I don’t drop a dime to God |
| About the crimes he’s committin' on the poor |
| And how can these people judge me? |
| They ain’t my peers, and in all these years |
| They ain’t never love me |
| I never got to be a man, must be part of some big plan |
| To keep a nigga in the state pen |
| And to my homies out buryin' mothafuckas |
| Steer clear of these Aryan mothafuckas |
| 'Cause once they got you locked up |
| They got you trapped, you’re better off gettin' shot up |
| I’m convinced self-defense is the way |
| Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day |
| I wish I would’ve known while I was out there |
| Now I’m straight headin' for the chair |
| Bye bye, I was never meant to live |
| Can’t be positive when the ghetto’s where you live |
| Bye bye, I was never meant to be |
| Livin' like a thief, runnin' through the streets |
| Bye bye, and I got no place to go |
| Where they find me; |
| 16 on Death Row |
| 16 on Death Row, Death Row |
| Death Row, Death Row |
| 16 on Death Row, Death Row, Death Row |
| It’s to all my partners |
| In the penitentiaries; |
| 16 on Death Row |
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