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AZ:
Just a motion picture, gun fire froze a nigga
Compose the liquor, me to stager, stumble over quicker
Duckin' low, wit the four four, tryin' to bust and
Empty out the Po Po come bust the show
Sobered up, knew it was beef, but over
Been in the cut, these streets, they cold as fuck
my chain in, rose 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 his spine, it's time to bail
It's slow motion, dust in my clothes started
It's copin', my blood flowin' like the Art Of Goshen
Thoughts racin', hit the slow pacin'
No destination, it's up North a facin'

Panama P.I.
If we all die, I'm prepared to meet my maker
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, money this world go

AZ:
I pleed innocent, the for my freedom is infinite
was intimate, I mastered the minds, the mortal 10 percent
Self Defense, couldn't help repent
Caught in commotion at the I felt it, felt intense
Him or me, it's through my memory
But mentally, wise I feel no sympathy
You know the streets, how some niggas could go for
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 coupes move

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

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

(overlaps the last line of AZ's verse)

AZ:
I feel ill inside, though my is still a ride
Some may criticize, but a blessin', that I'm still alive
From all the smoke lit, all the hoes hit, all the cold
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 dead with out
Check my rap sheet, no cases, just some Tech's beef
Charged with drunk drivin' once, but I was 'sleep
Swervin', off of St. Mark's and Burgan, in a Suburban
I must've dozed I was turnin'
But peep this, I'm on now, no sign of weakness
No secrets, just goin' to court, & I'm to beat this
A new Don, another score, 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