east flatbush project - tried by 12 lyrics
don’t say sticks and stones
they might break your bones
but the nine millimeter, it’ll bore your dome
i’m talkin about the toe-taggin
huh, the body-baggin
man, n-gg-s are dyin, huh, mommas are cryin, casket buyin
who, me dyin, leave my family cryin?
h-ll no, i cause, um, bloodbaths and showers
send me commissary, motherf-ck them flowers
thoughts of slaughter, of leaving my daughters
hours and hours of fears running through my mind
as i pick up the zig 9
beef starts with the shove and ends with the shovel
and n-gg-s standing on your corner reminiscing of you
but your -ss is out and you’re dead and gone
so who’d you rather be?
the murdered, or the murderer?
n-gg-s got me stressed – i got my tek and my vest
and i sing who jah bless, let no man curse
or one of us will leave here tonight in a he-rs-
for we’ll be tried by 12
and fertilizing daisies
crying mommas and cousins and crying babies
due to the fact that death is a must
ashes to ashes and dust to dust
n-gg-s getting bust
for in god we trust
so if you’re comin to my town and try to slow the dough down
you must be casket-bound
cause i’d rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6
n-gg-
i sign my name on the book at your funeral
the zig’s on my hip with an extra clip
cause i’d rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6
la-di-da-di
sat-rday night and we like to party
the punks are f-cking around so we might catch a body
early sunday morning, don’t really wanna hurt n-body
so what they tryin to get?
i already got it
chump motherf-ckers just a-schemin on my sh-t
but little do they know i got the zig on my hip with an extra clip
and i’d rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6
aw sh-t – murder commit
and there goes another statistic runnin’ through ballistic
the witness say i’m wicked
but that’s how i kick it
cause i’ll be the b-st-rd who blasts and didn’t get blasted
boy kiss dem casket
i cut your wig back kid
sucker, look who died
body will be identified
momma and poppa will cry, b-tch–ss man says he’ll testify
to see me tried, but here’s i slide (?)
upon the same corner that you did
and i’m still facing a bid
cause i’d rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6
n-gg-
i sign my name at the book at your funeral
the zig’s on my hip with an extra clip
cause i’d rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6
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