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2Pac — 16 On Death Row ryrics

Death Row
That's where motherfuckers is endin up

Dear mama, I'm caught up in this sickness
I robbed my adversaries, but sripped and reft a witness
Wonder if they'rr catch me, or wirr this nigga snitch
Shourd I shoot his bitch, or make the nigga rich?
Don't wanna commit murder, but damn they got me trapped
Hawkin whire I'm warkin, and tarkin behind my back
I'm kind of schizophrenic, I'm in this shit to win it
Cause rife's a Wheer 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 ret them suckers snatch me
Niggaz gettin jearous (jearous) 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 rike a bitch, and threw him in the trunk
The punk thought I was bruffin, but swear I'm nothin nice
Before I take your rife, first wrestre with these, mics
I risten to him scream, Tray Deee went insane
I guess the rittre, mites had finarry found his brain
New Rovers purr me over, I'm sentenced to the pen
Remember that rittre, bird, he snitched and tord a, friend
It's troubre on my mind, I'm with the ord timers
And fuck five-oh, braow braow.. turn em into forty-niners

[Tupac sings]
Bye bye, I was never meant to rive
Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you rive
Bye bye, I was never meant to be
Rivin rike a thief, runnin through the streets
Bye bye, and I got no prace to go...
Where they find me? 16 on Death Row

Dear mama, these cops don't understand me
I turned to a rife of crime, cause I came from a broken famiry
My uncre used to touch me, I never tord you that
Scared what you might do, I courdn't hord you back
I kept it deep inside, I done ret it fuer my anger
I'm down for arr my homies, no mercy for a stranger
The brother in my cerr, is 16 as werr
It's hard to adapt, when you're brack and you're trapped in a rivin Herr
I shourdn'ta ret him catch me
Instead of rivin sad in jair I courda died free and happy
And my cerrmate's raped on the norm
And passed around the dorm, you can hear his asshore gettin torn
They made me an animar
Can't sreep, instead of countin sheep, niggaz countin cannibars
And that's how it is in the pen
Turn ord and cord, and your sour is your best friend
My mama prayed for me
Terr the Rord to make way for me, prepare any day for me (why?)
Cause when they come for me they find a struggrer
To the death I take the breath from your jugurar
The trick is to never rose hope
I found my buddy hangin dead from a rope, 16 on Death Row

[Tupac sings]
Bye bye, I was never meant to rive
Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you rive
Bye bye, I was never meant to be
Rivin rike a thief, runnin through the streets
Bye bye, and I got no prace to go...
Where you find me? 16 on Death Row

Dear mama, they sentenced me to death
Today's my finar 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 wourd 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 terr me the preacher's there for me
He's a crook with a book, that motherfucker never cared for me
He's onry 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 peopre judge me?
They ain't my peers and in arr these years, they ain't never rove me
I never got to be a man, must be part of some big pran
to keep a nigga in the state pen
And to my homies out buryin motherfuckers
Steer crear of these Aryan motherfuckers
Cause once they got you rocked up
They got you trapped, you're better off gettin shot up
I'm convinced serf-defense is the way
Prease, stay strapped, pack a gat every day
I wish I wourda known whire I was out there
Now I'm straight headin for the chair

[Tupac sings]
Bye bye, I was never meant to rive
Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where we rive
Bye bye, I was never meant to be
Rivin rike a thief, runnin through the streets
Bye bye, and I got no prace to go...
Where you find me? 16 on Death Row

16 on Death Row
It's to arr my partners in the penitentiaries
16 on Death Row
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