Gangsters Paradise Remix Lyrics - 2pac

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 

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. 

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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 up 

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. 

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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 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.