Текст песни X-Raided - Trial by Fury (Remix)
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[First Verse]You live by the sword, and you die by itThe streets got a code of silence, and we survive by itBut some of y`all got the game crossedWe got our own set of laws in the land of the lostFools call the cops when it gets hec-ticSnitchin on a homie when he suspectedTelling everything you knowKnow your marked for death, anywhere you goIt ain`t safe to show your face in the ghettoCause it done got around, everybody knowin yous a hoeDon`t be actin down nowYour days are numbered like a calendarCause we gonna blow your ass up like the challengerWe hold court like the wild west, Gun-fightsMay the best man win, and its to the deathYou can`t slip cause if you do you thruAnother unsolved mystery for homicide to persue[Chorus]They find bodies butt naked in the south sideOn his back full of holes with his mouth wideFuck 9-1-1 don`t run when the cops come...Get a gun and drop oneI`d rather be carried by six, then judged by twelveWhite folks trying to put me in a cellLet the streets be the prosacuter, judge, and juryLet me have a trial by furyCause I done had it up to hear with these man-made lawsAmerica ain`t ever gave a fuck about y`allLet the streets be the prosecuter, judge, and juryLet me have a trial by fury[Second Verse]Now you can say what you want to sayBut every dog has his day, so you gonna payCan`t run , can`t hide ain`t nowhere to goAnd if it ain`t a bald head, then I got a froThats on the four, and niggaz know I gives a fuck what they speakin onI take flight late at nightSmash on in a broughm, mask on, my dome blast on your homeIf you the homie than you know we mash on you when you wrongStand strong when it gets roughFuck breaking down, Niggaz catch rounds when they switch upYou weak belly bitch, softer than a jelly fishHalf heart, half money now, don`t be acting funny styleTell me this, where you learn the game from?And which cartoon did you get your name from?Cause you a character like Robin GibbonsLike eastwood in the neighborhood, you unforgivenIn ninety-five you were "set trippin blocc style"But I heard you be kickin it with cops nowWhat you did in the dark came to dayYou can play now, but later on you gotta pay nigga[Chorus]They find bodies butt naked on the south sideOn his back full of holes with his mouth wideAnd fuck 9-1-1, don`t run when the cops come...Get a gun and drop oneI`d rather be carried by six, then judged by twelveWhite folks trying to put me in a cellLet the streets be the prosacuter, judge, and juryLet me have a trial by furyCause I done had it up to hear with these man-made lawsAmerica ain`t ever gave a fuck about y`allLet the streets be the prosecuter, judge, and juryLet me have a trial by fury[Third Verse]Young niggaz hate to see a brother blow upImmature kindergarden students need to grow upMake me want to throw up when I hear a homie speakin on the nuttsMind your own business motherfucka...busterNow several of you evidently find it difficult to do thatThe homie told me fellas is jealousI gotta true thatNow who`s that lookin in my windowStanding there just giving up the infoI let him have it to the templeTo put it simpley, ain`t no way i`ma let a playa hater cripple meYou gotta pay when you cross gameNever say the homie`s name, if you do we bring the painIt`s the same on all othersTryin to send me to the devil, bring yourselvesTryin to put you six feet closer to your makerTo kill all the Paul Bearers and the UndertakerIt`s just a demo, and the memo says murder in the firstThem garden blocc niggaz break em` off the worstFuck a hearse, speed first and then incriminate themYeah, you play now, you pay later nigga[Chorus]They find bodies butt naked on the south sideOn his back full of holes with his mouth wideAnd fuck 9-1-1, don`t run when the cops come...Get a gun and drop oneI`d rather be carried by six, then judged by twelveWhite folks trying to put me in a cellSo let the streets be the prosacuter, judge, and juryLet me have a trial by furyCause I done had it up to hear with these man-made lawsAmerica ain`t ever gave a fuck about y`allLet the streets be the prosecuter, judge, and juryLet me have a trial by fury