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Versuri A Canorous Quintet - 16 On Death Row


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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

Wonder if they'll catch me, or will this nigga

Should I shoot his bitch, or make the nigga rich?

Don't wanna commit murder, but damn they got me

Hawkin while I'm walkin, and talkin behind my

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

Too fuckin trigger happy, to let them suckers
snatch me

Niggaz gettin jealous (jealous) tryin to find my

Whip out the nine, now I'ma dive and pump your

Peter picked a pepper, but I can pick a punk

Snatched him like a bitch, and threw him in the

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

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


2pac singing-

Bye bye, I was never meant to live

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you

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

I kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my

I'm down for all my homies, no mercy for a

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

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


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

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

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

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


16 on Death Row

It's to all my partners in the penetentiaries

16 on Death Row

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