It was the usual crowd growing up All good, all bad, ALL UGLY They were like brothers ?cause we all felt the same The future tore them away Born with
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
know how pale & wanton thrillful comes death on strange hour unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed Death makes angels of us all
And, how they less than, trying to come between what we share Can't compare, could have been left But when it's mine, I never share, fight to the death
't be Broke in Harlem That's that, who made this style, solo or X Are you TFO's doctor or Mobb Deep Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya death I never
I lost that I guess your death was a lesson in life it taught me that [repeat chorus] [Verse 2] Who ever seen a nigga go to jail sleep til day two
game, death or jail If there's a God, then WHY THE FUCK I'M LIVIN IN HELL? [Chorus] There's two ways out the game, death or jail If there's a God, then
situation My minds in jail I don?t know what time that it is facing Cause I?m (Chorus) Verse 3: I?, sick of knocking I?m sick of clockin And I?m sick
, kill one of mine, I'mma kill one of yours It ain't bitin' for base, but they still want it raw Y'all niggaz think y'all do dirt, we do it more My man
it Got a hundred different styles that will guide you through it I'm the ghost of this shit, I provide you fluid Never crack sidewalks or ride the sewers
this sickness I robbed my adversaries, but slipped and left a witness Wonder if they'll catch me, or will this nigga snitch Should I shoot his bitch, or
make it always so optimistic If you don't listen gotta live my life the best way I can live it I pray for justice when we go to court Wish it was all
And it's all about my niggaz, won't mention hoes Keep it tight on all four corners, warrant search Po' po' and co's they all get merked, it go Y'all
) Modern day (Society you know?) See what it's like to walk in my shoes It ain't all fun and games (You heard?) Yo, yo, I'm sick and tired of stressin
the Bible out here It spirals out here, cars and kings too That?s the only thing this summer gon' bring you I seen it all, man, they love it when I
jail Take a spin or I'll snap your neck The clicker's landed, let me check The Jokey, hey, it ain't bad at all We just cut your face off and slap your
'all would too if you see my woman Y'all know what we 'bout to do This shit here 'bout as sick as the flu Drunk motherfuckers wanna vomit on my shoe
