| 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 n**** snitch
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| Should I shoot his b****, or make the n**** 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 s*** 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 f***in trigger happy, to let them suckers snatch me
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| N****z gettin jealous (jealous) tryin to find my stash
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| Whip out the nine, now I’ma dive and pump your a**
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| Peter picked a pepper, but I can pick a punk
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| Snatched him like a b****, 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 f*** 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 a**hole gettin torn
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| They made me an animal
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| Can’t sleep, instead of countin sheep, n****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 (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 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 s***
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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 motherf***er 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 n**** in the state pen
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| And to my homies out buryin motherf***ers
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| Steer clear of these Aryan motherf***ers
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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 |