Tried By 12

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, *************s are dyin, huh, mommas are cryin, casket buyin

Who, me dyin, leave my family cryin?

Hell no, I cause, um, bloodbaths and showers

Send me commissary, mother************* 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 *************s standing on your corner reminiscing of you

But your ass is out and you're dead and gone

So who'd you rather be?

The murdered, or the murderer?

*************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 hearse

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

*************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

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[01:23.06][02:15.97][02:23.44]Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6

[02:18.38]*************

I sign my name on the book at your funeral

[02:20.93]The Zig's on my hip with an extra clip

La-di-da-di

Saturday night and we like to party

The punks are ************* around so we might catch a body

Early Sunday morning, don't really wanna hurt nobody

So what they tryin to get?

I already got it

Chump mother******s just a-schemin on my *************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 *************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 bastard 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, *************-ass 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

I sign my name at the book at your funeral