Trial Of The Century

[Featuring Foxy Brown, Panama P.I.] 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, 'cause 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 spread 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