Jihde Saare Raah Death Row - Death Row - Ninja | Punjabi

Well up here's the window sitting way up high I can't look up enough to see the sky There ain't no good light here below Death Row Death Row Don't want no preacher man to come around I don't need him to lay my burden down Already told Jesus everything I know Death Row Death Row When it's time for my last request Tell my mama that I did my best Tell my baby that I love her so Death Row Death Row Death Row Death Row Got a calendar up on my wall Marking days till I get the call Till it's time for me to go Death Row Death Row Death Row

Death Row That's where motherfuckers is endin up Dear mama, I'm caught up in this sickness I rob my adversaries, but Slick done 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 Niggaz gettin jealous (jealous) tryin' to find my stash Whip out the nine, now I'ma dive and 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, 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 fuck five-oh, blaow blaow, turn em into forty-niners Bye bye, I was never meant to live Can't be positive, when the ghetto's 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 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 set, is 16 is wet It's hard to adapt, when you're black and you're trapped in a livin' Hell I shouldn'ta let him catch me Instead of livin' sad in jail I coulda 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, niggaz countin' cannibals And that's how it is in the pen Turn old and cold, and your soul is your best friend My mama prayed 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, 16 on Death Row Bye bye, I was never meant to live Can't be positive, when the ghetto's 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 you find me? 16 on Death Row Dear mama, they sentenced me to death Today's my final day, I'm countin every breath I'm bitter cause I'm dyin, 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 motherfucker never cared for me He's only here to be sure I don't drop a dime to God bout the crimes he's commitin 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 motherfuckers Steer clear of these Aryan motherfuckers Cause once they got you locked up They got you trapped, you're better off gettin shot I'm convinced self-defense is the way Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day I wish I woulda known while I was out there Now I'm straight headin for the chair Bye bye, I was never meant to live Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where we 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 you find me? 16 on Death Row 16 on Death Row It's to all my partners in the penitentiaries 16 on Death Row...

Please my cause oh lawd With dem that strive with mi Fight against dem, that fight against mi Take hold of shield and buckler And stand up for my help Free world boss 1: Mi did born as a discipline child Neva kno when I got so wild Inna di scheme weh di youth dem live Society nuh duh nuttn positive Ghett youth nah get nuh justice Di system nuh provide nuh work fi mi So di yute look a next alternative Wi hav smaddy pickney a wi waan money Big man dont gimmie nuh story What about poor people glory Dem seh is a criminal zone this So nuh love di police nuh show wi Dem waan wi pon death row Watch yuhself enu ghetto youth Dem waan wi pon death row Watch yuhself enu ghetto youth 2: Round a Sparta roun a Red Dirt A nuff yute round deh so waan work Memba seh dem hav pickney fi mind Society fi hav a heart sometime Nuff gyal have whole heap CXC Cyan pay fi guh UWI nor UT Some drop out a school from early Now she unemployed with a baby Big man dont gimmie nuh story What about poor people glory Dem seh is a criminal zone this So nuh love di police nuh show wi Dem waan wi pon death row Watch yuhself enu ghetto youth Dem waan wi pon death row Watch yuhself enu ghetto youth 1: Mi did born as a discipline child Neva kno when I got so wild Inna di scheme weh di youth dem live Society nuh duh nuttn positive Ghett youth nah get nuh justice Di system nuh provide nuh work fi mi So di yute look a next alternative Wi hav smaddy pickney a wi waan money Big man dont gimmie nuh story What about poor people glory Dem seh is a criminal zone this So nuh love di police nuh show wi Dem waan wi pon death row Watch yuhself enu ghetto youth Dem waan wi pon death row Watch yuhself enu ghetto youth

Yeah, Kane season Twinkle on the beat, yeah Twinkle on the beat, yeah Whoa Kenny Yeah, yeah, yeah Smoking with a package then the package get you fucked off When they sent the po-po to my door but y'all was ducked off Fuckin' up a plate of sushi wontons with the duck sauce Sent the pack of doggy to me, walkin' fuckin' buff soft Pick your phone up, I just touched down with the bow wow Pick your phone up, I just touched down with the puppy chow Puttin' zones up, got a brick I'm 'bout to bust it down, pick your phone up Bet that rat ho wanna fuck me now, fuck me now Busy button down, bust it down Fuck the month, throw some hundreds down Hundred pack, 50 pack, shippin' 20-piece Chicken bucket, chicken nugget, bitch, I feed the streets Chopper block, mix that dope up with that Fetty Wap (1738) Watch it drop, bitch I started sellin' ready rock, fuck a pot You don't make a G a day you can't sit in the spot Ho keep lookin' at me, you gon' suck this dick or not? Take a bag, bust a lick, and run a check ho, a check ho Bet them VV's in my neck glow I just might go throw a Rollie on my next ho Beat the pussy in the studio like Death Row, Death Row Chopper give a nigga Death Row, Death Row Fuck a rookie, need a vet ho I just might go throw a Rollie on my next ho Hundred kilos in my trunk, I might get Death Row Cruisin' through the city in my oh-eighteen (skrrt) Sendin' the bitches, servin' the fiends (ooh) Ridin' through the street, just caught a lick (yeah) Take that flip and I caught my first brick (ayy) I'm a Baby Loc cri-ni-nip, role model ni-ni-nip I ain't got the swag and got the sauce, I got the dri-ni-nip I can do a feature, do a show, and hit the dealership Ask Channel 7, people say I'm really dealin' shit Brrrt my ad-lib, Drummer Gang, we generous We gon' give your ass the blues 'cause we ain't never givin' shit Everybody generals 'cause everybody militant Drummer Gang the Army, the Navy, we killin' shit, ooh Take a bag, bust a lick, and run a check ho, a check ho Bet them VV's in my neck glow I just might go throw a Rollie on my next ho Beat the pussy in the studio like Death Row, Death Row Chopper give a nigga Death Row, Death Row Fuck a rookie, need a vet ho I just might go throw a Rollie on my next ho Hundred kilos in my trunk, I might get Death Row

"Yes, it is I", says me And all who agree are more than three 'cause they're we Yes Yo! I'm in the house now for sure Because I wanna talk about the hearts of men Who knows what evil lurks within them? But let's take a travel down the blindside And see what we find on this path called Stranded on death row, so duck when I swing my shit I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits The gangsta type, what I recite's kinda lethal Niggas know the flow that I kick, there's no equal I'm murderin' niggas, yo, and maybe because of the tone I kicks When I grip the mic and kick shit niggas can't fuck with So remember I go hardcore and slam 'Nough respect like a sensei, whoop ass like Van Damme So any nigga that claim they bossin' Why don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson? Take a walk through the hood where we up to no good Slangin' them things like a real O.G. should I'm stackin' and mackin' and packin' a ten so When you're slippin', I slip the clip in, but ain't no set trippin' 'Cause it's Death Row, rollin' like the mafia Think about whoopin' some ass, but what the fuck stoppin' ya? Ain't nothin' but a buster I'm stranded on death row for pumpin' slugs in motherfuckers Now you know you're outdone, feel the shotgun Kurupt, inmate, cell block one No prevention from this lynchin' of sorts You're a victim from my drive-by of thoughts No extensions, all attempts are to fail Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braille From a lunatic, I'm death like arsenic When I kick a wicked rap, Dr. Dre will hit the scratch With treachery, my literary form will blast And totally surpass the norm Not a storm, plural, make it many storms When I'm vexed, I fight leg, necks, and arms In this dimension, I'm the presenter And the inventor, and the tormentor Deranged, like the Hillside Strangler Emcee mangler, tough like Wrangler I write a rhyme, hard as concrete Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite So what you wanna do? The narrator RBX, cell block two Rage, lyrical murderer Stranded on death row and now I'm servin' a Lifetime sentence, there'll be no repentance Since it's the life that I choose to lead, I plead guilty On all counts, let the ball bounce where it may It's just another clip into my AK Buck 'em down with my underground tactics Facts and stacks of clips on my mattress Bed frame, there's another dead, bang Laying lame, put to shame, who's to blame? Me, the Lady of Rage, a woman comin' From the D-E-A-T-H and R-O-W, takin' no shit So flip and you're bound to get dropped It's 187 on motherfuckers, don't stop Handcuffed as I bust, there'll be no debate It's Rage, from cell block H Ayo, steppin' through the fog and creepin' through the smog It's the number one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg Making videos, now I stay in Hollywood Bustin' raps for my snaps, now they call me Eastwood Dre is the doctor and my homie, little nigga Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the trigga Shootin' at the hoes with the game that I got Sent to death row 'cause I wanted to make a grip from servin' my rocks And I'm still serving for mine Peace to my motherfuckin' homies doing time In the pen and the county jail Mobbin' with your blues on, mad as hell And you're sayin', "Fuck the police" And all the homies on the streets is all about peace And it's driving the cops crazy But ain't nothin' but a black thing, baby Uh, I'm not flaggin', but I'm just saggin' I bet you don't wanna see the D-O double G And you can't see the D-R to the E Or my motherfuckin' homie D.O.C You know you can't fuck with my motherfuckin' DJ That's my homie and we call him Warren G Yeah, and you don't stop Doggy Dogg break 'em down with the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound That's the only way we'll beat 'em, man We gotta smoke 'em then choke 'em like the motherfuckin' Peterman It's like three and to the two and two and to the one Cell block four, peace, Doggy Dogg's done Yo, now you know the path I'm on You think you're strong? See if you can travel on 'Cause only the weak will try to speak Those who are quiet will always cause riots There is three types of people in the world Those who don't know what happened Those who wonder what happened And people like us from the streets that make things happen

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