Song | Trial Of The Century |
Artist | AZ |
Album | Pieces Of A Man |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Cruz, Myrick | |
作词 : CRUZ, ANTHONY/MYRICK, NASHEIM | |
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 |
zuo qu : Cruz, Myrick | |
zuo ci : CRUZ, ANTHONY MYRICK, NASHEIM | |
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 nbsp? 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 |
zuò qǔ : Cruz, Myrick | |
zuò cí : CRUZ, ANTHONY MYRICK, NASHEIM | |
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 nbsp? 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 |