trial of the century

just like a motion picture

gun fire froze a nigga

compose the liquor

caused me to stager

stumble over quicker

duckin' low

wit the four four

tryin' to bust and blow

empty out before the po po come bust the show

sobered up

knew it was beef

but over what?

been in the cut

escapin' these streets

they cold as fuck

tuck my chain in

rose to my feet

no time for aimin'

back arched

all you saw was sparks

niggas blazin'

one fell

callin' for help

heard him yell

my last shell

tore through his spine

it's time to bail

it's slow motion

dust in my clothes started?boatin'?

it's bizarre copin'

my blood flowin' like the art of goshen

thoughts racin'

hit the corner slow pacin'

no destination

it's up north a nigga facin'

if we all gonna die

i'm prepared to meet my maker

but before i touch that death bed feel

i gotta see some paper

keep my head to the sky

won't let no one pull us down

do whatever it takes

cuz that's the breaks

money make this world go 'round

i pleed innocent

the love for my freedom is infinite

thoughts was intimate

i mastered the minds

the mortal 10 percent

self defense

incarceration couldn't help repent

caught in commotion at the time i felt it

felt intense

him or me

it's misery through my memory

but mentally

outcome wise i feel no sympathy

you know the streets

how some niggas could go for weeks

rock you slow to sleep

play you for doe

now you know it's beef

know it's deep

i live my life on the creep

tinted jeeps

bulletproof coupes move mystique

let him speak

my dogg is innocent

it was my gats

this cat named roberto it's certain

desert ease in my skirts end

let my nigga live

while i breed us up a kid

face this little bi - tch

no explanation

speedy trial

fuck the extra waitin'

hesitatin'

they know the time a nigga facin'

so what's the verdict?

i feel ill inside

though my life is still a ride

some may criticize

but it's a blessin'

that i'm still alive

from all the smoke lit

all the hoes hit

all the cold shit

from comin' that close gettin' my dome split

spreaded out

so much on my mind

gotta let it out

to live

and die for a cause i feel dead with out

check my rap sheet

no prior cases

just some tech's beef

charged with drunk drivin' once

but i was half 'sleep

swervin'

off of st. mark's and burgan

in a rented suburban

i must've dozed when i was turnin'

but peep this

i'm on trial now

no sign of weakness

no secrets

just goin' to court

& i'm tryin' to beat this

a new don

another score

another new born

been too long

here's a dick jury for y'all to chew on

order in the court

order in the court

that's contempt of court!

if we all gonna die