Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Death Row, artist - Akon. Album song Konvict Allstars, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.12.2013
Record label: c
Song language: English
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 n**** snitch |
Should I shoot his b****, or make the n**** 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 s*** 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 f***in trigger happy, to let them suckers snatch me |
N****z gettin jealous (jealous) tryin to find my stash |
Whip out the nine, now I’ma dive and pump your a** |
Peter picked a pepper, but I can pick a punk |
Snatched him like a b****, 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, mics |
I listen to him scream, Tray Deee 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 f*** five-oh, 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 livin Hell |
I shouldn’ta let him catch me |
Instead of livin sad in jail I coulda died free and happy |
And my cellmate’s raped on the norm |
And passed around the dorm, you can hear his a**hole gettin torn |
They made me an animal |
Can’t sleep, instead of countin sheep, n****z countin cannibals |
And that’s how it is in the pen |
Turn old and cold, and your soul is your best friend |
My mama prayed 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 you 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 dyin, 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 s*** |
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 motherf***er never cared for me |
He’s only here to be sure |
I don’t drop a dime to God bout the crimes he’s commitin |
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 n**** in the state pen |
And to my homies out buryin motherf***ers |
Steer clear of these Aryan motherf***ers |
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 woulda 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 we 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 you find me? |
16 on Death Row |
16 on Death Row |
It’s to all my partners in the penitentiaries |
16 on Death Row |