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

Panama P.I.
If we all gonna die, I'm prepared to meet my
But I touch that death bed feel, I gotta see some paper
Keep my head to the sky, won't let no one pull us
Do whatever it takes, 'cause that's the breaks, make this world go

AZ:
I innocent, the love for my freedom is infinite
Thoughts was intimate, I the minds, the mortal 10 percent
Self Defense, couldn't help repent
Caught in commotion at the time I felt it, intense
Him or me, it's through my memory
But mentally, outcome wise I feel no
You know the streets, how some niggas go for weeks
Rock you to sleep, play you for doe, now you know it's beef
Know it's deep, I my life on the creep
Tinted Jeeps, bulletproof 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), I breed us up a kid
this little bi - tch

AZ:
No explanation, trial, fuck the extra waitin'
Hesitatin', they know the a nigga facin'
So what's the

CHORUS (overlaps the line of AZ's verse)

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

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

(2 times)

P.I.:
If we all die