[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
