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AZ:
Just like a 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
out before the Po Po come bust the show
Sobered up, knew it was beef, but what?
Been in the cut, escapin' these streets, cold as fuck
Tuck my chain in, rose to my feet, no time for
Back arched, all you saw was sparks, niggas
One fell, callin' for help, him yell
My last shell, tore his spine, it's time to bail
It's motion, dust in my clothes started ?boatin'?
It's copin', my blood flowin' like the Art Of Goshen
Thoughts racin', hit the corner slow
No destination, up North a nigga facin'

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

AZ:
I pleed innocent, the love for my freedom is
was intimate, I mastered the minds, the mortal 10 percent
Self Defense, incarceration help repent
Caught in commotion at the time I felt it, intense
Him or me, it's through my memory
But mentally, wise I feel no sympathy
You know the streets, how niggas could go for weeks
Rock you slow to sleep, play you for doe, now you it's beef
Know it's deep, I live my life on the
Jeeps, bulletproof coupes move Mystique

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

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

(overlaps the last line of AZ's verse)

AZ:
I feel ill inside, though my is still a ride
may criticize, but it's a blessin', that I'm still alive
From all the lit, all the hoes 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 dead with out
Check my rap sheet, no cases, just some Tech's beef
with drunk drivin' once, but I was half 'sleep
Swervin', off of St. Mark's and Burgan, in a Suburban
I must've dozed when I was
But peep this, I'm on now, no sign of weakness
No secrets, just to court, & I'm tryin' to beat this
A new Don, another score, new born, been too long
Here's a dick jury for y'all to on

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

(2 times)

P.I.:
If we all die