Trial Of The Century Lyrics

Trial Of The Century lyrics

[Featuring Foxy Brown, Panama P.I.]
AZ:
Just like a motion picture, gun
fire froze a nigga
Compose the liquor, caused me to stager, stumble over
quicker
Duckin' low, wit the four four, tryin' to bust and blow
Empty out
before the Po Po come bust the show
Sobered up, knew it was beef, but over
what?
Been in the cut, escapin' these streets, they cold as fuck
Tuck my
chain in, rose to my feet, no time for aimin'
Back arched, all you saw was
sparks, niggas blazin'
One fell, callin' for help, heard him yell
My last
shell, tore through his spine, it's time to bail
It's slow motion, dust in my
clothes started ?boatin'?
It's bizarre copin', my blood flowin' like the Art
Of Goshen
Thoughts racin', hit the corner slow pacin'
No destination,
it's up North a nigga facin'
CHORUS: Panama P.I.
If we all gonna die, I'm
prepared to meet my maker
But before I touch that death bed feel, I gotta see
some paper
Keep my head to the sky, won't let no one pull us down
Do
whatever it takes, cuz that's the breaks, money make this world
go
'round
AZ:
I pleed innocent, the love for my freedom is
infinite
Thoughts was intimate, I mastered the minds, the mortal 10
percent
Self Defense, incarceration couldn't help repent
Caught in
commotion at the time I felt it, felt intense
Him or me, it's misery through
my memory
But mentally, outcome wise I feel no sympathy
You know the
streets, how some niggas could go for weeks
Rock you slow to sleep, play you
for doe, now you know it's beef
Know it's deep, I live my life on the
creep
Tinted Jeeps, bulletproof coupes move Mystique
Foxy Brown:
(AZ)
Let him speak, my dogg is innocent
It was my gats (Boo I got this),
this cat named Roberto it's certain
Desert Ease in my skirts end
Let my
nigga live (Oha), while I breed us up a kid
Face this little bi -
tch
AZ:
No explanation, speedy trial, fuck the extra
waitin'
Hesitatin', they know the time a nigga facin'
So what's the
verdict?
CHORUS (overlaps the last line of AZ's verse)
AZ:
I feel ill
inside, though my life is still a ride
Some may criticize, but it's a
blessin', that I'm still alive
From all the smoke lit, all the hoes hit, all
the cold shit
From comin' that close gettin' my dome split
Spreaded out,
so much on my mind, gotta let it out
To live, and die for a cause I feel
dead with out
Check my rap sheet, no prior cases, just some Tech's
beef
Charged with drunk drivin' once, but I was half 'sleep
Swervin', off
of St. Mark's and Burgan, in a rented Suburban
I must've dozed when I was
turnin'
But peep this, I'm on trial now, no sign of weakness
No secrets,
just goin' to court, & I'm tryin' to beat this
A new Don, another score,
another new born, been too long
Here's a dick jury for y'all to chew
on
{Judge's voice: Order in the court, order in the court
That's contempt
of court!}
CHORUS (2 times)
Panama P.I.:
If we all gonna die