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AZ:
Just like a motion picture, gun froze a nigga
Compose the liquor, caused me to stager, over quicker
Duckin' low, wit the four four, tryin' to and blow
out before the Po Po come bust the show
Sobered up, it was beef, but over what?
Been in the cut, escapin' streets, they cold as fuck
Tuck my chain in, rose to my feet, no time for
Back arched, all you saw was sparks, blazin'
One fell, callin' for help, heard him
My last shell, tore through his spine, it's to bail
It's slow motion, dust in my started ?boatin'?
It's bizarre copin', my blood flowin' the Art Of Goshen
racin', hit the corner slow pacin'
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, money make 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 it, felt intense
Him or me, misery through my memory
But mentally, outcome I feel no sympathy
You know the streets, how some niggas go for weeks
Rock you slow to sleep, play you for doe, now you know it's
Know it's deep, I my life on the creep
Tinted Jeeps, bulletproof coupes Mystique

Foxy (AZ)
Let him speak, my dogg is
It was my gats (Boo I got this), this cat named Roberto it's
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 extra
Hesitatin', they know the time a nigga
So the verdict?

(overlaps the last line 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 smoke lit, all the hoes hit, all the cold
From comin' that close gettin' my dome
Spreaded out, so much on my mind, let it out
To live, and die for a cause I feel dead out
Check my rap sheet, no prior cases, just Tech's beef
Charged with drunk drivin' once, but I was 'sleep
Swervin', off of St. and Burgan, in a rented Suburban
I must've dozed when I was
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 dick jury for y'all to on

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

(2 times)

P.I.:
If we all die