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AZ:
Just like a motion picture, gun fire a nigga
Compose the liquor, caused me to stager, stumble quicker
Duckin' low, wit the four, tryin' to bust and blow
Empty out the Po Po come bust the show
Sobered up, it was beef, but over what?
Been in the cut, escapin' these streets, cold as fuck
Tuck my chain in, rose to my feet, no time for
arched, all you saw was sparks, niggas blazin'
One fell, callin' for help, him yell
My last shell, tore through his spine, it's time to
It's slow motion, dust in my clothes ?boatin'?
It's bizarre copin', my flowin' like the Art Of Goshen
Thoughts racin', hit the slow pacin'
No destination, it's up North a nigga

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

AZ:
I innocent, the love for my freedom is infinite
was intimate, I mastered the minds, the mortal 10 percent
Self Defense, incarceration couldn't repent
Caught in commotion at the time I it, felt intense
Him or me, it's through my memory
But mentally, outcome I feel no sympathy
You the streets, how some niggas could go for weeks
Rock you slow to sleep, you for doe, now you know it's beef
Know it's deep, I live my life on the
Tinted Jeeps, 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
Ease in my skirts end
Let my nigga live (Oha), while I us up a kid
this little bi - tch

AZ:
No explanation, speedy trial, fuck the waitin'
Hesitatin', they know the time a nigga
So the verdict?

CHORUS (overlaps the line of AZ's verse)

AZ:
I feel ill inside, my life is still a ride
Some may criticize, but it's a blessin', that I'm alive
From all the smoke lit, all the hoes hit, all the shit
From comin' close gettin' my dome split
Spreaded out, so 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, some Tech's beef
Charged with drunk drivin' once, but I was 'sleep
Swervin', off of St. Mark's and Burgan, in a Suburban
I must've dozed I was turnin'
But this, I'm on trial now, no sign of weakness
No secrets, just goin' to court, & I'm to beat this
A new Don, another score, another new born, too long
Here's a dick jury for to chew on

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

(2 times)

P.I.:
If we all die