Trial of the Century

Lyrics

[Verse 1: AZ] Just like a motion picture, gunfire froze a nigga Compose the liquor, caused me to stager, stumble over quicker Duckin' low, with the .44, 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 Arctic Ocean Thoughts racin', hit the corner slow pacin' No destination, it's up North a nigga facin' [Refrain: Panama P.I.] If we all gonna die, I'm prepared to meet my maker But before I touch that death bed, fam, I gotta see some paper Keep my head to the sky, won't let no one pull us down Do whatever it takes, cause that's the breaks Money make this world go 'round [Verse 2: AZ] I pleed innocent, the love for my freedom is infinite Thoughts was intimate, I mastered the minds, the mortal ten 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 [Verse 3: Foxy Brown, AZ] Let him speak, my dog is innocent It was my gats, this cat named Roberto, it's certain Desert Ease in my skirt's end, let my nigga live While I breed us up a kid, face this little bitch No explanation, speedy trial, fuck the extra waitin' Hesitatin', they know the time a nigga facin' So what's the verdict? [Refrain: Panama P.I.] If we all gonna die, I'm prepared to meet my maker But before I touch that death bed, fam, I gotta see some paper Keep my head to the sky, won't let no one pull us down Do whatever it takes, cause that's the breaks Money make this world go 'round [Verse 4: 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 tax 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 and 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 [Interlude] Order in the court, order in the court, that's contempt of court [Refrain: Panama P.I.] If we all gonna die, I'm prepared to meet my maker But before I touch that death bed, fam, I gotta see some paper Keep my head to the sky, won't let no one pull us down Do whatever it takes, cause that's the breaks Money make this world go 'round If we all gonna die, I'm prepared to meet my maker But before I touch that death bed, fam, I gotta see some paper Keep my head to the sky, won't let no one pull us down Do whatever it takes, cause that's the breaks Money make this world go 'round [Outro: Panama P.I.] If we all gonna die