Jury lyrics

Artist  : Raekwon 
Song : Jury



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Verse 1:

Yo, we came long ways but we got
on
Yo, holdin' my son's arm
Make it through
the industry calm Lord
His name Rakim
Allah
Wid a wavy threw on
shallah
Braveheart nigga from start yo
We
all scientific instruments
I got put on
math
Going through ill consequences
Running
from jakes, running in gates
Check out the main
face
We gotta gas and erase
Me not the
ambitious one
I rather be there throw a word
or two in
We here, I know we worth money
yo
Just relax start analyzing
'Fore you
start adding your sales tax
Took that tool in
ooh 'bout to get large
Fuck that fucking wit C
rules
Y'all fools, by then 2 rhymes is
wrote
Trying to master my flow
Gettin'
diamonds on the low
Splash me a
boat

Hook: Kim Stephens

What I'm
gonna be
Is something more than anyone could
think of me
Do what you want I'm still gon'
live my destiny
I've got one chance to live my
life
And as long as I'm alive I will make
it

Verse 2:

Hard work a nigga was
sold yo
Just trying to take control rock me a
Roll
Glock be the goal take my time and
build
Into the 36 got real people wanna see
us
The word Steeles, your work reflects your
life
Your earth respects you
twice
Commodity advice chill wid the
ice
That's when I caught on
Sell these
niggas the illusion
And plus live it out on
spite
Yo the block is draining and scary
A
nigga might die out here
Or be in some jail
law library
Unlawful entry a century
Fuck I
wanna live in jail?
I'm already in ghetto
penitentiary
Talent made me be involuntary to
y'all now
I just add on and teach one of
y'all
Don't get exiled caught up in the
mix
And loose sight focus burst
And you're
forced to go wild yo,

Hook

Yeah,
yeah
yeah, yeah
aiyyo

Verse
3:

Aiyyo,
Prosperity endangered so many
of us
All the bullshit has got away with
murder
That's why we can see who's real and
who's fake
And who bit off the last nigga tape
stole his state
Wake up we running outta
plans
The devil inside of him
Tricknology
is in one hand
Future's so far to see
The
present's how will it be
The past don't even
ask just believe
Looking in the
dictionary
Trying to spell out hard
words
Define 'em and design 'em
I shine and
curve
Take this jewel in and conquer me
I
blend it in wit ganja
Not for the babies it's
a mind sponsor
From the 17 million God
raised
2 million lost slaved
19 million may
we all praise
So when we wake up
Let's
straighten up and get it together
For real and
keep all getting paper

Hook

Do what
you want I'm still gon' live my life