DJ Chop Up - 2Pac - 46 Still On DeathRow lyrics
[DJ Chop Up - 2Pac - 46 Still On DeathRow lyrics]
It's 2017, homie I'm back, so let's go
(nigga)
You tryna fuck me, I'mma let the tech blow
(nigga) chop you up, and light the petrol
And now I'm 46, but I'm still on death row
It's 2017, homie I'm back, so let's go
(nigga)
You tryna fuck me, I'mma let the tech blow
(nigga) chop you up, and light the petrol
And now I'm 46, but I'm still on death row
Tupac Shakur, we find you guilty of lyrical
Murder in the Rap Game (Aw fuck y'all)
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 nigga snitch?
Should I shoot his bitch or
Make the nigga 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 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 me
Too fuckin' trigger happy to let
Them suckers snatch me
Niggas gettin' jealous
Tryin' to find my stash
Whip out the 9, now pump your ass
Peter picked a pepper, but I can pick a punk
Snatched him like a bitch 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 fuck five-0! Blaow
Blaow! Turn 'em into forty-niners
It's 2016, homie I'm back, so let's go
(nigga)
You tryna fuck me, I'mma let the tech blow
(nigga) chop you up, and light the petrol
And now I'm 46, but I'm still on death row
It's 2016, homie I'm back, so let's go
(nigga)
You tryna fuck me, I'mma let the tech blow
(nigga) chop you up, and light the petrol
And now I'm 46, but I'm still on death row
For your constant killing of rappers
We sentence you to remain on death row
(you stank ass bitch)
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 back
I kept it deep inside
I done let it fuel my anger
I'm down for all my homies
No mercy for a stranger
The brother in my cell is 16 as well
It's hard to adapt when you're black
And you're trapped in a living hell
I shouldn't have let him catch me
Instead of livin' sad in jail I
Could've 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
Niggas countin' cannibals
And that's how it is in the pen
Turn old and cold
And your soul is your best friend my mama
Pray 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
It's 2017, homie I'm back, so let's go
(nigga)
You tryna fuck me, I'mma let the tech blow
(nigga) chop you up, and light the petrol
And now I'm 46, but I'm still on death row
It's 2017, homie I'm back, so let's go
(nigga)
You tryna fuck me, I'mma let the tech blow
(nigga) chop you up, and light the petrol
And now I'm 46, but I'm still on death row
You scandalous bitches
Y'all need to lock up some of
These crooked ass motherfucking police!
(Bailiff, take him away)
Dear Mama, they sentenced me to death
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 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 mothafucka 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 nigga in the state pen
And to my homies out buryin' mothafuckas
Please steer clear of these Aryan mothafuckas
‘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
It's 2017, homie I'm back, so let's go
(nigga)
You tryna fuck me, I'mma let the tech blow
(nigga) chop you up, and light the petrol
And now I'm 46, but I'm still on death row
It's 2017, homie I'm back, so let's go
(nigga)
You tryna fuck me, I'mma let the tech blow
(nigga) chop you up, and light the petrol
And now I'm 46, but I'm still on death row
(nigga)
You tryna fuck me, I'mma let the tech blow
(nigga) chop you up, and light the petrol
And now I'm 46, but I'm still on death row
It's 2017, homie I'm back, so let's go
(nigga)
You tryna fuck me, I'mma let the tech blow
(nigga) chop you up, and light the petrol
And now I'm 46, but I'm still on death row
Tupac Shakur, we find you guilty of lyrical
Murder in the Rap Game (Aw fuck y'all)
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 nigga snitch?
Should I shoot his bitch or
Make the nigga 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 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 me
Too fuckin' trigger happy to let
Them suckers snatch me
Niggas gettin' jealous
Tryin' to find my stash
Whip out the 9, now pump your ass
Peter picked a pepper, but I can pick a punk
Snatched him like a bitch 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 fuck five-0! Blaow
Blaow! Turn 'em into forty-niners
It's 2016, homie I'm back, so let's go
(nigga)
You tryna fuck me, I'mma let the tech blow
(nigga) chop you up, and light the petrol
And now I'm 46, but I'm still on death row
It's 2016, homie I'm back, so let's go
(nigga)
You tryna fuck me, I'mma let the tech blow
(nigga) chop you up, and light the petrol
And now I'm 46, but I'm still on death row
For your constant killing of rappers
We sentence you to remain on death row
(you stank ass bitch)
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 back
I kept it deep inside
I done let it fuel my anger
I'm down for all my homies
No mercy for a stranger
The brother in my cell is 16 as well
It's hard to adapt when you're black
And you're trapped in a living hell
I shouldn't have let him catch me
Instead of livin' sad in jail I
Could've 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
Niggas countin' cannibals
And that's how it is in the pen
Turn old and cold
And your soul is your best friend my mama
Pray 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
It's 2017, homie I'm back, so let's go
(nigga)
You tryna fuck me, I'mma let the tech blow
(nigga) chop you up, and light the petrol
And now I'm 46, but I'm still on death row
It's 2017, homie I'm back, so let's go
(nigga)
You tryna fuck me, I'mma let the tech blow
(nigga) chop you up, and light the petrol
And now I'm 46, but I'm still on death row
You scandalous bitches
Y'all need to lock up some of
These crooked ass motherfucking police!
(Bailiff, take him away)
Dear Mama, they sentenced me to death
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 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 mothafucka 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 nigga in the state pen
And to my homies out buryin' mothafuckas
Please steer clear of these Aryan mothafuckas
‘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
It's 2017, homie I'm back, so let's go
(nigga)
You tryna fuck me, I'mma let the tech blow
(nigga) chop you up, and light the petrol
And now I'm 46, but I'm still on death row
It's 2017, homie I'm back, so let's go
(nigga)
You tryna fuck me, I'mma let the tech blow
(nigga) chop you up, and light the petrol
And now I'm 46, but I'm still on death row