Tried by 12

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Don't say sticks and stones, they might break your bones But the nine millimeter, it will bore your dome I'm talkin' about the toe-taggin', huh, the body-baggin' Man, niggas are dyin', huh, mommas are cryin' Casket buyin', who? Me dyin'? Leave my family cryin'? Hell no, I 'cause, um, bloodbaths and showers Send me commissary, motherfuck them flowers Thoughts of slaughter, of leavin' my daughters Hours and hours of fears runnin' through my mind As I pick up the Sig .9 Beef starts with the shove then ends with the shovel And niggas standin' on your corner reminiscin' of you But your ass is out and you're dead and gone So who'd you rather be? The murdered? Or the murderer? Niggas got me stressed, I grab my TEC and my vest And I sing who Jah bless, let no man curse Or one of us will leave here tonight in a hearse When we'll be tried by twelve and fertilizin' daisies Cryin' mommas and cousins and cryin' babies Due to the fact that death is a must Ashes to ashes and dust to dust Niggas gettin' bust for in God we trust So if you're comin' to my town and try to slow the dough down You must be casket-bound [Chorus] 'Cause I'd rather be tried by twelve than carried by six Nigga, I sign my name in the book at your funeral The Sig's on my hip with that extra clip 'Cause I'd rather be tried by twelve than carried by six [Verse 2] La-di-da-di, Saturday night and we like to party But punks are fuckin' around so we might catch a body Early Sunday mornin', don't really wanna hurt nobody Say, what they tryna get, I already got it Chump motherfuckers just a-schemin' on my shit But little do they know I got the Sig on my hip with an extra clip And I'd rather be tried by twelve than carried by six Aw shit, murder commit And there goes another statistic runnin' through ballistic The witness say I'm wicked but that's how I kick it 'Cause I'll be the bastard who blasts and didn't get blasted Boy kiss 'em casket, I peeled your wig back, kid Now sucker, look who died, body will be identified Mama and papa will cry, your bitch-ass man says he'll testify To see me tried, but his ass lied Upon the same corner where you did And I'm still facin' a bid [Chorus] 'Cause I'd rather be tried by twelve than carried by six Nigga, I sign my name in the book at your funeral The Sig's on my hip with an extra clip 'Cause I'd rather be tried by twelve than carried by six [Outro] To my man Phillip Phoenix, rest in peace And to my nigga Shakim, rest in peace And to my man Dillion, rest in peace