Trial Of The Century - Cliff Richard
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 f**k
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'
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 'cause
That's the breaks
Money make this world go 'round
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
Let him speak my dogg is innocent
It was my gats this cat named
Roberto it's certain
Desert ease in my skirts end
Let my nigga live while I breed
Us up a kid face this little bitch
No explanation speedy trial f**k
The extra waitin'
Hesitatin' they know the time a
Nigga facin' so what's the verdict
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 'cause
That's the breaks
Money make this world go 'round
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 have dozed when I was turnin'
But peep this I'm on trial now
No sign of weakness
No secrets just goin' to court
And 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
Order in the court order in the court
That's contempt of court
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 'cause
That's the breaks
Money make this world go 'round
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 'cause t
Hat's the breaks
Money make this world go 'round
If we all gonna die