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AZ:
Just like a picture, gun fire froze a nigga
the liquor, caused me to stager, stumble over quicker
Duckin' low, wit the four, tryin' to bust and blow
Empty out the Po Po come bust the show
Sobered up, knew it was beef, but what?
Been in the cut, escapin' 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, 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 pacin'
No destination, it's up a nigga facin'

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

AZ:
I pleed innocent, the for my freedom is infinite
Thoughts was intimate, I mastered the minds, the 10 percent
Self Defense, incarceration couldn't help
Caught in at the time I felt it, felt intense
Him or me, it's misery my memory
But mentally, outcome wise I no sympathy
You the streets, how some niggas could go for weeks
Rock you slow to sleep, play you for doe, now you know it's
it's deep, I live my life on the creep
Tinted Jeeps, bulletproof move Mystique

Brown: (AZ)
Let him speak, my is innocent
It was my gats (Boo I got this), this cat named Roberto it's
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 waitin'
Hesitatin', know the time a nigga facin'
So the verdict?

CHORUS (overlaps the last of AZ's verse)

AZ:
I feel ill inside, though my is still a ride
Some may criticize, but it's a blessin', that I'm still
From all the lit, all the hoes hit, all the cold shit
From comin' that close gettin' my 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
Charged with 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, just goin' to court, & I'm tryin' to this
A new Don, another score, another new born, been too
Here's a jury for y'all to chew on

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

(2 times)

P.I.:
If we all die