Versuri 2pac - 16 On Death Row

Death Row

That's where motherfuckers is endin up



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***a snitch

Should I shoot his b***h, or make the n***a 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**t 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 a*s

Peter picked a pepper, but I can pick a punk

Snatched him like a b***h, 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**k five-oh, blaow blaow.. turn em into forty-niners