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(bailiff) |
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Order in the court! |
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(judge) |
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The courtroom asks carlos coy to step up to the witness stand. |
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Do you swear to tell the truth, nothing but the truth, so help you god? |
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(spm) |
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Yeah |
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First verse: |
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I'll begin when i started gettin' violent, sir |
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Screwin' in my muthafuckin' silencer |
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I grabbed my 'stol, and then i felt the coldness |
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People stood around as i told this |
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Ferocious confession of relentless aggression |
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I was taught, to shoot first and then ask questions |
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I sold rocks, i was raised with no pops |
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My four glocks, twistin' hoes like door knobs |
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Bitch offered me the pussy, so i took it |
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They call me a crook, cuz that's short for crooked |
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Stayin' high as hell, and drunk as fuck |
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You ain't down with the mex, you can sick my duck |
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I mean duck my sick, i mean suck my dick |
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Don't laugh bitch, you know what the fuck i meant |
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And if i ever come back to the free world |
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I'ma take my baby girl out to sea world |
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Chorus: |
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Time is money |
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Time obviously isn't on your side |
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Time is money |
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Bridge one: |
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(lawyer) |
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Can you tell the jury exactly what happened on the night of december second? |
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Second verse: |
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My word is gold, now check, how the murder's told |
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Bring me back thirteen and my birth is sold |
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Learn the code, then meet me at the service road |
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Now you all understand what this person know |
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Servin' coke, seemed like my purpose so |
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I was the perfect mold of gangsta you've been searchin' for |
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But on a further note this cat tryin' to burn my dope |
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But since the day that mama gave birth to los |
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I heard them hoes, forever be first to smoke |
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Tryin' to jack a jacker, what's the purpose loc? |
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Mercy no, cuz he smiles and ain't heard the joke |
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Now he's in his blood, tryin' to write a cursive note |
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I snatch his (???) up, he looked like he turned to chrome |
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That boy got a date with dirt, in the earth below |
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With the worms, that hoe left on an early note |
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I seen him run the red light, and i heard she broke |
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Chorus |
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(judge) |
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Do you have any last words before i give you your sentence? |
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Third verse: |
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I spent a lot of time away from family and friends |
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The first song i wrote, was a song named "revenge" |
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Ever since then, my weapon was a pen |
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But i still kept a strap for those devilish men |
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Sucka better duck-a from the buck, buck, bucka! |
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Do a fly-by and shoot your aunt and your uncle |
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Does anybody understand the life of the trill? |
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Pigs and snitches get along cuz they squeal |
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Chorus (2x) |
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3,2,1 |
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(inmate) |
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South park mexican, what the fuck? i just knew you'd be back |
