Bknappbeats - 16 On d**h Row lyrics

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Bknappbeats - 16 On d**h Row lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 sh** 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 f**in' trigger-happy to let them s**ers snatch me n***as gettin' jealous, tryin' to find my stash Whip out the 9, now I'mma dime pump your a** 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 mites I listened to his screams, until he 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** five-0! Blaow, blaow! [Verse 3] They sentenced me to d**h Today's my final day, I'm countin' every breath I'm bitter ‘cause I'm dying, 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 sh** 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 mothaf**a never cared for me He's only here to be sure I don't drop a dime to God About the crimes he's committin' 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 n***a in the state pen And to my homies out buryin' mothaf**as Steer clear of these Aryan mothaf**as ‘Cause once they got you locked up They got you trapped, you're better off gettin' shot up I'm convinced self-defense is the way Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day I wish I would've known while I was out there Now I'm straight headin' for the chair