Tried By 12 — текст песни (East Flatbush Project)

Don`t say sticks and stones
They might break your bones
But the nine millimeter, it`ll 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 leaving my daughters
Hours and hours of fears running through my mind
As I pick up the Zig 9
Beef starts with the shove and ends with the shovel
And niggas standing on your corner reminiscing 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 got my Tek and my vest
And I sing who Jah bless, let no man curse
Or one of us will leave here tonight in a hearse
For we`ll be tried by 12
And fertilizing daisies
Crying mommas and cousins and crying babies
Due to the fact that death is a must
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Niggas getting 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

Cause I`d rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6
Nigga
I sign my name on the book at your funeral
The Zig`s on my hip with an extra clip
Cause I`d rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6

La-di-da-di
Saturday night and we like to party
The punks are fucking around so we might catch a body
Early Sunday morning, don`t really wanna hurt nobody
So what they tryin to get?
I already got it
Chump motherfuckers just a-schemin on my shit
But little do they know I got the Zig on my hip with an extra clip
And I`d rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6
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 dem casket
I cut your wig back kid
Sucker, look who died
Body will be identified
Momma and poppa will cry, bitch-ass man says he`ll testify
To see me tried, but here`s I slide (?)
Upon the same corner that you did
And I`m still facing a bid

Cause I`d rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6
Nigga
I sign my name at the book at your funeral
The Zig`s on my hip with an extra clip
Cause I`d rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6



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