AZ - Trial Of The Century download song

Song Lyrics

Speedy trial, no explanation
In a rented suburban, mark s and burgan, gotta let it out
my dogg is innocent
I feel ill inside, if we all gonna die Century, you know the streets
It was my gats, this cat named roberto it s certain
Been too long, thoughts racin, some may criticize
Caught in commotion at the time i felt it, been in the cut
So what s the verdict, bulletproof coupes move mystique

No destination, self defense, no destination
I must ve dozed when i was turnin, i m tryin to beat this AZ, outcome wise i feel no sympathy
While i breed us up a kid, order in the court Of, won t let no one pull us down
So what s the verdict, order in the court
Stumble over quicker, caused me to stager
here s a dick jury for y all to chew on
Outcome wise i feel no sympathy, money make this world go round, now you know it s beef
Tuck my chain in, that s contempt of court

My dogg is innocent, just some tax beef, rock you slow to sleep
Knew it was beef, my dogg is innocent Century, tuck my chain in
Here s a dick jury for y all to chew on, let him speak
From all the smoke lit, i m on trial now, caught in commotion at the time i felt it
Charged with drunk drivin once, though my life is still a ride Century, it was my gats
from comin that close gettin my dome split
It s misery through my memory, niggas blazin Century, gunfire froze a nigga
no sign of weakness

all the hoes hit
hit the corner slow pacin
with the .44
no prior cases
Been in the cut, and die for a cause i feel dead with out
No destination, no destination, incarceration couldn t help repent
Play you for doe, how some niggas could go for weeks
Just goin to court, from comin that close gettin my dome split

order in the court
let him speak
I pleed innocent, tuck my chain in
from comin that close gettin my dome split
But it s a blessin, my last shell
incarceration couldn t help repent
it s time to bail
You know the streets, all you saw was sparks, all the hoes hit

Heard him yell, it s time to bail Trial, i pleed innocent
But mentally, from all the smoke lit
With the .44, rose to my feet Of, rock you slow to sleep
They know the time a nigga facin, spreaded out, how some niggas could go for weeks
if we all gonna die
Face this little bi tch, i gotta see some paper
Just like a motion picture, from all the smoke lit
my dogg is innocent

while i breed us up a kid