Текст песни East Flatbush Project - Tried By 12
East Flatbush Project - Tried By 12 слова песни
Don`t say sticks and stonesThey might break your bonesBut the nine millimeter, it`ll bore your domeI`m talkin about the toe-tagginHuh, the body-bagginMan, niggas are dyin, huh, mommas are cryin, casket buyinWho, me dyin, leave my family cryin?Hell no, I cause, um, bloodbaths and showersSend me commissary, motherfuck them flowersThoughts of slaughter, of leaving my daughtersHours and hours of fears running through my mindAs I pick up the Zig 9Beef starts with the shove and ends with the shovelAnd niggas standing on your corner reminiscing of youBut your ass is out and you`re dead and goneSo who`d you rather be?The murdered, or the murderer?Niggas got me stressed - I got my Tek and my vestAnd I sing who Jah bless, let no man curseOr one of us will leave here tonight in a hearseFor we`ll be tried by 12And fertilizing daisiesCrying mommas and cousins and crying babiesDue to the fact that death is a mustAshes to ashes and dust to dustNiggas getting bustFor in God we trustSo if you`re comin to my town and try to slow the dough downYou must be casket-boundCause I`d rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6NiggaI sign my name on the book at your funeralThe Zig`s on my hip with an extra clipCause I`d rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6La-di-da-diSaturday night and we like to partyThe punks are fucking around so we might catch a bodyEarly Sunday morning, don`t really wanna hurt nobodySo what they tryin to get?I already got itChump motherfuckers just a-schemin on my shitBut little do they know I got the Zig on my hip with an extra clipAnd I`d rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6Aw shit - murder commitAnd there goes another statistic runnin` through ballisticThe witness say I`m wickedBut that`s how I kick itCause I`ll be the bastard who blasts and didn`t get blastedBoy kiss dem casketI cut your wig back kidSucker, look who diedBody will be identifiedMomma and poppa will cry, bitch-ass man says he`ll testifyTo see me tried, but here`s I slide (?)Upon the same corner that you didAnd I`m still facing a bidCause I`d rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6NiggaI sign my name at the book at your funeralThe Zig`s on my hip with an extra clipCause I`d rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6