text: 16 on Death Row, Death Row
  Thats where mothafuckas is endin up
  16 on Death Row
  Dear Mama, they sentenced me to death
  Todays my final day, Im countin every breath
  Im bitter ‘cause Im dying, so much I havent seen
  I know you never dreamed your baby would be dead at 16
  I got beef with a sick society
  That doesnt give a shit
  And they too quick to say goodbye to me
  They tell me the preachers there for me
  Hes a crook with a book
  That mothafucka never cared for me
  Hes only here to be sure I dont drop a dime to God
  About the crimes hes committin on the poor
  And how can these people judge me?
  They aint my peers, and in all these years
  They aint 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
  Steer clear of these Aryan mothafuckas
  ‘Cause once they got you locked up
  They got you trapped, youre better off gettin shot up
  Im convinced self-defense is the way
  Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day
  I wish I wouldve known while I was out there
  Now Im straight headin for the chair
  Bye bye, I was never meant to live
  Cant be positive when the ghettos where you live
  Bye bye, and I got no place to go
  Where they find me; 16 on Death Row
  They think theyre crazy, but they aint crazy
  Lets face it, shit, basically theyre just playing sick
  They aint shit, they aint saying shit; spray em, 50!
  A to the K, get in the way Ill bring 2Pac and them with me
  And turn this day into fucking mayhem
  You staying with me?
  Dont let me lose you, Im not tryin to confuse you
  When I let loose with this Uzi
  And just shoot through your Isuzu
  You get the message? Am I getting through to you?
  You know whats coming?
  You motherfuckers dont even know, do you?
  Take some Big and some Pac and you mix em up in a pot
  Sprinkle a little Big L on top; what the fuck do you got?
  You got the realest and illest killers tied up in a knot
  The juggernauts of this rap shit, like it or not
  Its like a fight to the top just to see whod die for the spot
  You put your life in this, nothing like surviving a shot
  Yall know what time it is, soon as 50 signs on this dot
  Shit, what you know about death threats, ‘cause I get a lot
  Shady Records was 80 seconds away from the towers
  Some cowards fucked with the wrong building
  They meant to hit ours
  Better evacuate all children, its nuclear showers
  Theres nothing spookier
  You now about to witness the power
  16 on Death Row
  Bye bye, and I got no place to go
  Where they find me; 16 on Death Row
  Check it, I grew up a fucking screw up
  Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fucking blew up
  Chopping rocks overnight
  The nigga Biggie Smalls trying to turn into the black Frank White
  We had to grow dreads to change our description
  Two cops is on the milk box missing
  Show they toes you know they got stepped on
  A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon
  Run from the police picture that, nigga Im too fat
  I fuck around and catch a asthma attack
  Thats why I bust back, it dont phase me
  When he drop, take his Glock, and Im Swayze
  Im sentenced to the pen
  Remember that little bird? He snitched and told a friend
  Its trouble on my mind, Im with the old-timers
  And fuck five-0! Blaow, blaow! Turn em into forty-niners
  Bye bye, I was never meant to live
  Cant be positive when the ghettos where you live
  Bye bye, I was never meant to be
  Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets
  Bye bye, and I got no place to go
  Where they find me; 16 on Death Row