Trial by Fury (Remix)

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    You live by the sword, and you die by it
    The streets got a code of silence, and we survive by it
    But some of y'all got the game crossed
    We got our own set of laws in the land of the lost
    Fools call the cops when it gets hec-tic
    Snitchin on a homie when he suspected
    Telling everything you know
    Know your marked for death, anywhere you go
    It ain't safe to show your face in the ghetto
    Cause it done got around, everybody knowin yous a hoe
    Don't be actin down now
    Your days are numbered like a calendar
    Cause we gonna blow your ass up like the challenger
    We hold court like the wild west, Gun-fights
    May the best man win, and its to the death
    You can't slip cause if you do you thru
    Another unsolved mystery for homicide to persue

    [Chorus]
    They find bodies butt naked in the south side
    On his back full of holes with his mouth wide
    F**k 9-1-1 don't run when the cops come...
    Get a gun and drop one
    I'd rather be carried by six, then judged by twelve
    White folks trying to put me in a cell
    Let the streets be the prosacuter, judge, and jury
    Let me have a trial by fury
    Cause I done had it up to hear with these man-made laws
    America ain't ever gave a f**k about y'all
    Let the streets be the prosecuter, judge, and jury
    Let me have a trial by fury

    Now you can say what you want to say
    But every dog has his day, so you gonna pay
    Can't run , can't hide ain't nowhere to go
    And if it ain't a bald head, then I got a fro
    Thats on the four, and niggaz know I gives a f**k what they speakin on
    I take flight late at night
    Smash on in a broughm, mask on, my dome blast on your home
    If you the homie than you know we mash on you when you wrong
    Stand strong when it gets rough
    F**k breaking down, Niggaz catch rounds when they switch up
    You weak belly bitch, softer than a jelly fish
    Half heart, half money now, don't be acting funny style
    Tell me this, where you learn the game from?
    And which cartoon did you get your name from?
    Cause you a character like Robin Gibbons
    Like eastwood in the neighborhood, you unforgiven
    In ninety-five you were 'set trippin blocc style'
    But I heard you be kickin it with cops now

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    What you did in the dark came to day
    You can play now, but later on you gotta pay nigga

    [Chorus]
    They find bodies butt naked on the south side
    On his back full of holes with his mouth wide
    And f**k 9-1-1, don't run when the cops come...
    Get a gun and drop one
    I'd rather be carried by six, then judged by twelve
    White folks trying to put me in a cell
    Let the streets be the prosacuter, judge, and jury
    Let me have a trial by fury
    Cause I done had it up to hear with these man-made laws
    America ain't ever gave a f**k about y'all
    Let the streets be the prosecuter, judge, and jury
    Let me have a trial by fury

    Young niggaz hate to see a brother blow up
    Immature kindergarden students need to grow up
    Make me want to throw up when I hear a homie speakin on the nutts
    Mind your own business motherf**ka...buster
    Now several of you evidently find it difficult to do that
    The homie told me fellas is jealous
    I gotta true that
    Now who's that lookin in my window
    Standing there just giving up the info
    I let him have it to the temple
    To put it simpley, ain't no way i'ma let a playa hater cripple me
    You gotta pay when you cross game
    Never say the homie's name, if you do we bring the pain
    It's the same on all others
    Tryin to send me to the devil, bring yourselves
    Tryin to put you six feet closer to your maker
    To kill all the Paul Bearers and the Undertaker
    It's just a demo, and the memo says murder in the first
    Them garden blocc niggaz break em' off the worst
    F**k a hearse, speed first and then incriminate them
    Yeah, you play now, you pay later nigga

    [Chorus]
    They find bodies butt naked on the south side
    On his back full of holes with his mouth wide
    And f**k 9-1-1, don't run when the cops come...
    Get a gun and drop one
    I'd rather be carried by six, then judged by twelve
    White folks trying to put me in a cell
    So let the streets be the prosacuter, judge, and jury
    Let me have a trial by fury
    Cause I done had it up to hear with these man-made laws
    America ain't ever gave a f**k about y'all
    Let the streets be the prosecuter, judge, and jury
    Let me have a trial by fury

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    Composición: Nefarious

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