Trial Of The Century lyrics

Artist  : Az 
Song : Trial Of The Century



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[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