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2016-12-21

  Trial Of The Century - Cliff Richard

  Just like a motion picture

  Gun fire froze a nigga

  Compose the liquor caused me

  To stager stumble over quicker

  Duckin' low wit the four four

  Tryin' to bust and blow

  Empty out before the po

  Po come bust the show

  Sobered up knew it was

  Beef but over what

  Been in the cut escapin'

  These streets they cold as f**k

  Tuck my chain in rose to my

  Feet no time for aimin'

  Back arched all you saw was

  Sparks niggas blazin'

  One fell callin' for help

  Heard him yell

  My last shell tore through

  His spine it's time to bail

  It's slow motion dust in my

  Clothes started boatin'

  It's bizarre copin' my blood

  Flowin' like the art of goshen

  Thoughts racin' hit the

  Corner slow pacin'

  No destination it's up

  North a nigga facin'

  If we all gonna die I'm prepared

  To meet my maker

  But before I touch that death bed

  Feel I gotta see some paper

  Keep my head to the sky

  Won't let no one pull us down

  Do whatever it takes 'cause

  That's the breaks

  Money make this world go 'round

  I pleed innocent the love for

  My freedom is infinite

  Thoughts was intimate I mastered

  The minds the mortal 10 percent

  Self defense incarceration

  Couldn't help repent

  Caught in commotion at the

  Time I felt it felt intense

  Him or me it's misery

  Through my memory

  But mentally outcome wise

  I feel no sympathy

  You know the streets how some

  Niggas could go for weeks

  Rock you slow to sleep play you

  For doe now you know it's beef

  Know it's deep I live my life

  On the creep

  Tinted jeeps bulletproof coupes

  Move mystique

  Let him speak my dogg is innocent

  It was my gats this cat named

  Roberto it's certain

  Desert ease in my skirts end

  Let my nigga live while I breed

  Us up a kid face this little bitch

  No explanation speedy trial f**k

  The extra waitin'

  Hesitatin' they know the time a

  Nigga facin' so what's the verdict

  If we all gonna die I'm prepared

  To meet my maker

  But before I touch that death bed

  Feel I gotta see some paper

  Keep my head to the sky won't let

  No one pull us down

  Do whatever it takes 'cause

  That's the breaks

  Money make this world go 'round

  I feel ill inside though my life is

  Still a ride

  Some may criticize but it's a

  Blessin' that I'm still alive

  From all the smoke lit all the hoes

  Hit all the cold shit

  From comin' that close gettin'

  My dome split

  Spreaded out so much on my

  Mind gotta let it out

  To live and die for a cause I

  Feel dead with out

  Check my rap sheet no prior

  Cases just some tech's beef

  Charged with drunk drivin' once

  But I was half sleep

  Swervin' off of St Mark's and Burgan

  In a rented suburban

  I must have dozed when I was turnin'

  But peep this I'm on trial now

  No sign of weakness

  No secrets just goin' to court

  And I'm tryin' to beat this

  A new don another score

  Another new born been too long

  Here's a dick jury for y'all to chew on

  Order in the court order in the court

  That's contempt of court

  If we all gonna die I'm prepared

  To meet my maker

  But before I touch that death bed feel

  I gotta see some paper

  Keep my head to the sky

  Won't let no one pull us down

  Do whatever it takes 'cause

  That's the breaks

  Money make this world go 'round

  If we all gonna die I'm prepared

  To meet my maker

  But before I touch that death bed feel

  I gotta see some paper

  Keep my head to the sky

  Won't let no one pull us down

  Do whatever it takes 'cause t

  Hat's the breaks

  Money make this world go 'round

  If we all gonna die

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