AZ

AZ - Trial Of The Century lyrics

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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
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Copyrights:

Author: Nashiem Myrick

Composer: ?

Publisher: Noo Trybe Records

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

Appearing on: Pieces of a Man (1998)

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