| 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 nigga snitch?
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| Should I shoot his bitch or make the nigga 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 shit 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 fuckin' trigger-happy to let them suckers snatch me
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| Niggas gettin' jealous, tryin' to find my stash
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| Whip out the 9, now 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 bitch 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 mites
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| I listened to his screams, until he 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 fuck five-0! |
| 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
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| And you’re trapped in a living hell
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| I shouldn’t have let him catch me
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| Instead of livin' sad in jail I could’ve 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
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| You can hear his asshole gettin' torn
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| They made me an animal, can’t sleep
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| Instead of countin' sheep, niggas 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, pray for me; |
| tell the Lord to make way for me
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| Prepare any day for me (Why?)
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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 they 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 dying, 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
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| That doesn’t give a shit
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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
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| That mothafucka never cared for me
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| He’s only here to be sure I don’t drop a dime to God
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| About the crimes he’s committin' on the poor
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| And how can these people judge me?
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| They ain’t my peers, and in all these years
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| 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 nigga in the state pen
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| And to my homies out buryin' mothafuckas
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| Steer clear of these Aryan mothafuckas
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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 would’ve 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 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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| 16 on Death Row, Death Row
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| Death Row, Death Row
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| 16 on Death Row, Death Row, Death Row
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| It’s to all my partners
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| In the penitentiaries; |
| 16 on Death Row |