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AZ:
Just a motion picture, gun fire froze a nigga
the liquor, caused me to stager, stumble over quicker
Duckin' low, wit the four four, tryin' to and blow
Empty out before the Po Po come bust the
Sobered up, it was beef, but over what?
Been in the cut, escapin' streets, they cold as fuck
Tuck my chain in, to my feet, no time for aimin'
Back arched, all you saw was sparks, blazin'
One fell, callin' for help, him yell
My shell, tore through his spine, it's time to bail
It's slow motion, dust in my clothes started
It's bizarre copin', my blood flowin' like the Art Of
Thoughts racin', hit the corner slow
No destination, it's up North a facin'

CHORUS: P.I.
If we all gonna die, I'm prepared to my maker
But before I touch that death bed feel, I gotta see some
my head to the sky, won't let no one pull us down
Do whatever it takes, 'cause the breaks, money make this world go

AZ:
I pleed innocent, the for my freedom is infinite
Thoughts was intimate, I the minds, the mortal 10 percent
Self Defense, incarceration couldn't repent
Caught in commotion at the time I it, felt intense
Him or me, it's through my memory
But mentally, wise I feel no sympathy
You know the streets, how some could go for weeks
Rock you slow to sleep, you for doe, now you know it's beef
Know it's deep, I live my life on the
Tinted Jeeps, coupes move Mystique

Brown: (AZ)
Let him speak, my dogg is
It was my (Boo I got this), this cat named Roberto it's certain
Desert Ease in my end
Let my nigga live (Oha), while I us up a kid
Face this bi - tch

AZ:
No explanation, speedy trial, fuck the extra
Hesitatin', they know the time a facin'
So the verdict?

(overlaps the last line of AZ's verse)

AZ:
I feel ill inside, though my life is a ride
Some may criticize, but a blessin', that I'm still alive
From all the smoke lit, all the hit, all the cold shit
comin' that close gettin' my dome split
Spreaded out, so on my mind, gotta let it out
To live, and die for a cause I feel with out
Check my rap sheet, no prior cases, just some Tech's
Charged drunk drivin' once, but I was half 'sleep
Swervin', off of St. Mark's and Burgan, in a rented
I must've when I was turnin'
But peep this, I'm on now, no sign of weakness
No secrets, just goin' to court, & I'm tryin' to this
A new Don, score, another new born, been too long
Here's a dick jury for to chew on

{Judge's voice: in the court, order in the court
That's of court!}

(2 times)

P.I.:
If we all die