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Death Row 
That's where motherfuckers is endin up 

Dear mama, I'm caught up in this sickness 
I rob my adversaries, but Slick done 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 
Niggaz gettin jealous (jealous) tryin to find my stash 
Whip out the nine, now I'ma dive and 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, 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 fuck five-oh, blaow blaow.. turn em into forty-niners 

[Tupac sings] 
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 set, is 16 is wet 
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 asshole gettin torn 
They made me an animal 
Can't sleep, instead of countin sheep, niggaz 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 

[Tupac sings] 
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 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 motherfucker 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 nigga in the state pen 
And to my homies out buryin motherfuckers 
Steer clear of these Aryan motherfuckers 
Cause once they got you locked up 
They got you trapped, you're better off gettin shot 
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 

[Tupac sings] 
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

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