Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 16 On Death Row, artist - 2Pac.
Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |