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AZ:
Just like a picture, gun fire froze a nigga
Compose the liquor, caused me to stager, stumble 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, escapin' these streets, they as fuck
Tuck my in, rose to my feet, no time for aimin'
arched, all you saw was sparks, niggas blazin'
One fell, callin' for help, him yell
My last shell, tore through his spine, it's to bail
slow motion, dust in my clothes started ?boatin'?
It's bizarre copin', my blood like the Art Of Goshen
Thoughts racin', hit the corner slow
No destination, up North a nigga facin'

CHORUS: P.I.
If we all gonna die, I'm to meet my maker
But before I touch that bed feel, I gotta see some paper
Keep my head to the sky, let no one pull us down
Do whatever it takes, that's 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, couldn't help repent
in commotion at the time 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 could go for weeks
Rock you slow to sleep, play you for doe, now you know beef
Know deep, I live my life on the creep
Jeeps, bulletproof coupes move Mystique

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

AZ:
No explanation, speedy trial, fuck the waitin'
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
may criticize, but it's a blessin', that I'm still alive
From all the smoke lit, all the hit, all the cold shit
From comin' that close 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 prior cases, just some beef
with drunk 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, goin' to court, & I'm tryin' to beat this
A new Don, score, another new born, been too long
Here's a jury for y'all to chew on

{Judge's Order in the court, order in the court
contempt of court!}

(2 times)

P.I.:
If we all die