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
You threw me in 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
money Too many niggaz in whips sittin' on 20's Too much connections to the streets, y'all niggaz doin' somethin' And after overall assumptions, or it's all or
'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
time zone, fuck your area code I?ll detonate my payload and watch it explode It?s a gangster boogie, it?s a soldier?s hustle Little bang take big bank if it
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
sweeps Sick platoons flood the streets of Los Like a sick typhoon Mutha-fuckas drive by world wide And everybody you and I know dies The only guarantee in life is death
, 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
