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I represent myself and my own defense |
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Innocent by reason of no evidence |
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Plus they're tryin' pick the punishment the judge insists |
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My fingerprints were traced back to six gun clips |
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Cop witness, who try and testify on my click |
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He on the payroll that's why |
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I got my prior dismissed |
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This is framework, somehow they got ahold of my flick |
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The night in question, |
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I was restin' home with my chick |
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Then the spot was blown, cops rushed in, shots were blown |
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I jetted out the lab with socks and boxers on |
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Undercover chased me down for three weeks |
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He ceased to interrogate like |
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I might speak |
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But no, I won't tell ya who |
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I work for |
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And no, I won't tell ya who the work's for |
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You can hit me with the book, brick, hammer and all |
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I dig a tunnel or just scale the jailhouse wall, your honor |
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True me [unverified] |
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Dem a see me push weight, and dem claim |
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Dem see me, dem try frame me |
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But me nah snitch, they try and test me, me bust my clip |
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Me on de blunts all de time and de gyal dem a wine |
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True dem Rebel |
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I and I, we bust down de sign |
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Try frame me but nah me, nah snitch |
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They try test me me bust my clip |
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They got me framed, locked and chained' |
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Cuz some lame on the block was slain |
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Cops came but |
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I ain't pop a flame |
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Hear me ya honor? |
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I ain't dropped a thing |
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I was cuffed, they told me that somebody dropped my name |
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And the time they tryin' to match me with is not the same |
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I was knocked from 8:00 to the time the shot went rang |
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When I woke up, |
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I smoked up and watched the game |
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Then I laid up with my bitch and got rocked with brain |
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Release me from this |
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Elymer Fudd shit, the glove don't fit |
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Too tall for the cop description and slugs don't fit |
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He was hit with a nine right? |
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I bust slugs with a fifth |
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You got any of my |
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D.N.A. or blood up in this bitch? |
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I'm not the guy aligned to fall, this not my crime at all |
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You lock me up, |
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I'm climbin' the wall |
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You want me scapegoat, so stay close, alliance will call |
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With some grimy niggas schemin' on the shines in the hall |
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Fuck that, you and the |
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D.A. spit-shine our balls |
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You can catch up with me some other time, from mines to yours |
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True me [unverified] |
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Dem a see me push weight, and dem claim |
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Dem see me, dem try frame me |
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But me nah snitch, they try and test me, me bust my clip |
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Me on de blunts all de time and de gyal dem a wine |
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True dem Rebel |
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I and I, we bust down de sign |
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Try frame me but nah me, nah snitch |
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They try test me me bust my clip |
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Come on a plea bargain for what, your honor? |
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Nah yo, I ain't do shit, the only thing |
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I'm coppin' is a new whip |
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The night it happened |
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I was lampin' at a deuce flick with two chicks |
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Kim and Chris, we guzzle |
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Cris' on some |
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Rush Hour 2 shit |
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I knew the kid, yeah, we had problems, yeah, |
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I robbed him |
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Now it's '98 though and the handgun was a revolver |
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You tryin' to play me on an old case but |
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I hold no weight |
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Turned myself in, |
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I skated on them keystone jakes |
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Right description, right |
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Killa, wrong case, |
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I didn't hit him |
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Here's the verdict, not guilty, not tryin' to see a prison |
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Got my life on the line, you wanna grind me through ya system |
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And have my family and my wiz cryin', |
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I miss 'em |
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You buggin', you the same judge that framed |
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K with the drugs |
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Somebody came up dead and now you wanna blame us? |
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This shit is too much, aiyo, before you screw us |
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I'll grab the bailiff's gun and light this whole room up |
