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AZ:
Just like a motion picture, gun fire froze a
the liquor, caused me to stager, stumble over quicker
Duckin' low, wit the four four, to bust and blow
Empty out before the Po Po come the show
Sobered up, knew it was beef, but over
in the cut, escapin' these streets, they cold as fuck
Tuck my in, rose to my feet, no time for aimin'
Back arched, all you saw was sparks, niggas
One fell, for help, heard 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 flowin' like the Art Of Goshen
Thoughts racin', hit the corner slow
No destination, it's up North a facin'

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

AZ:
I pleed innocent, the love for my freedom is
was intimate, I mastered the minds, the mortal 10 percent
Self Defense, incarceration couldn't help
Caught in commotion at the time I felt it, intense
Him or me, misery 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 it's
Know deep, I live my life on the creep
Jeeps, bulletproof coupes move Mystique

Foxy (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, speedy trial, fuck the waitin'
Hesitatin', know the time a nigga facin'
So the verdict?

CHORUS (overlaps the last of AZ's verse)

AZ:
I ill inside, though my life is still a ride
Some may criticize, but it's a blessin', I'm still alive
From all the lit, all the hoes 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 feel dead 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 rented
I must've when I was turnin'
But peep this, I'm on trial now, no of weakness
No secrets, just to court, & I'm tryin' to beat this
A new Don, another score, another new born, been too
Here's a jury for y'all to chew on

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

(2 times)

P.I.:
If we all die