Death Row That's where m************ is endin up 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 n**** snitch Should I shoot his b****, or make the n**** rich? Don't wanna commit murder, but d*** they got me trapped Hawkin while I'm walkin, and talkin behind my back I'm kind of schizophrenic, I'm in this s*** 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***** trigger happy, to let them suckers s***** me n***** gettin jealous (jealous) tryin to find my stash Whip out the nine, now I'ma dive and pump your a** Peter picked a pepper, but I can pick a punk s*****ed him like a bith, 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, mics I listen to him scream, Tray Deee 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-oh, blaow blaow. Sign up for Deezer and listen to Dear Mama by 2Pac and 73 million more tracks.