AZ:
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Just like a motion picture, gun fire froze a nigga
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Compose the liquor, caused me to stager, stumble over quicker
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Duckin' low, wit the four four, tryin' to bust and blow
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Empty out before the Po Po come bust the show
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Sobered up, knew it was beef, but over what?
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Been in the cut, escapin' these streets, they cold as fuck
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Tuck my chain in, rose to my feet, no time for aimin'
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Back arched, all you saw was sparks, niggas blazin'
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One fell, callin' for help, heard him yell
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My last shell, tore through his spine, it's time to bail
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It's slow motion, dust in my clothes started ?boatin'?
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It's bizarre copin', my blood flowin' like the Art Of Goshen
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Thoughts racin', hit the corner slow pacin'
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No destination, it's up North a nigga facin'
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CHORUS: Panama P.I.
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If we all gonna die, I'm prepared to meet my maker
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But before I touch that death bed feel, I gotta see some paper
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Keep my head to the sky, won't let no one pull us down
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Do whatever it takes, cuz that's the breaks, money make this world go
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'round
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AZ:
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I pleed innocent, the love for my freedom is infinite
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Thoughts was intimate, I mastered the minds, the mortal 10 percent
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Self Defense, incarceration couldn't help repent
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Caught in commotion at the time I felt it, felt intense
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Him or me, it's misery through my memory
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But mentally, outcome wise I feel no sympathy
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You know the streets, how some niggas could go for weeks
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Rock you slow to sleep, play you for doe, now you know it's beef
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Know it's deep, I live my life on the creep
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Tinted Jeeps, bulletproof coupes move Mystique
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Foxy Brown: (AZ)
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Let him speak, my dogg is innocent
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It was my gats (Boo I got this), this cat named Roberto it's certain
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Desert Ease in my skirts end
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Let my nigga live (Oha), while I breed us up a kid
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Face this little bi - tch
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AZ:
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No explanation, speedy trial, fuck the extra waitin'
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Hesitatin', they know the time a nigga facin'
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So what's the verdict?
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CHORUS (overlaps the last line of AZ's verse)
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AZ:
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I feel ill inside, though my life is still a ride
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Some may criticize, but it's a blessin', that I'm still alive
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From all the smoke lit, all the hoes hit, all the cold shit
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From comin' that close gettin' my dome split
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Spreaded out, so much on my mind, gotta let it out
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To live, and die for a cause I feel dead with out
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Check my rap sheet, no prior cases, just some Tech's beef
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Charged with drunk drivin' once, but I was half 'sleep
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Swervin', off of St. Mark's and Burgan, in a rented Suburban
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I must've dozed when I was turnin'
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But peep this, I'm on trial now, no sign of weakness
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No secrets, just goin' to court, & I'm tryin' to beat this
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A new Don, another score, another new born, been too long
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Here's a dick jury for y'all to chew on
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{Judge's voice: Order in the court, order in the court
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That's contempt of court!}
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CHORUS (2 times)
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Panama P.I.:
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If we all gonna die
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Trial Of The Century (featuring Foxy Brown & Panama P.I.)
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