[Bailiff]
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Order in the court!
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[Judge]
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The courtroom asks Carlos Coy to step up to the witness stand.
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Do you swear to tell the truth, nothing but the truth, so help you God?
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[SPM]
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Yeah
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[First Verse:]
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I'll begin when I started gettin' violent, sir
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Screwin' in my muthafuckin' silencer
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I grabbed my 'stol, and then I felt the coldness
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People stood around as I told this
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Ferocious confession of relentless aggression
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I was taught, to shoot first and then ask questions
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I sold rocks, I was raised with no pops
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My four glocks, twistin' hoes like door knobs
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Bitch offered me the pussy, so I took it
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They call me a crook, cuz that's short for crooked
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Stayin' high as Hell, and drunk as fuck
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You ain't down with the Mex, you can sick my duck
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I mean duck my sick, I mean suck my dick
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Don't laugh bitch, you know what the fuck I meant
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And if I ever come back to the free World
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I'ma take my Baby Girl out to Sea World
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[Chorus:]
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Time is money
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Time obviously isn't on your side
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Time is money
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[Bridge One:]
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[Lawyer]
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Can you tell the jury exactly what happened on the night of December second?
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[Second Verse:]
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My word is gold, now check, how the murder's told
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Bring me back fourteen and my birth is sold
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Learn the code, then meet me at the service road
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Now you all understand what this person know
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Servin' coke, seemed like my purpose so
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I was the perfect mold of gangsta you've been searchin' for
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But on a further note this cat tryin' to burn my dope
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But since the day that Mama gave birth to Los
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I heard them hoes, forever be first to smoke
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Tryin' to jack a jacker, what's the purpose Loc?
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Mercy no, cuz he smiles and ain't heard the joke
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Now he's in his blood, tryin' to write a cursive note
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I snatch his (??) up, he looked like he turned to chrome
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That boy got a date with Dirt, in the Earth below
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With the worms, that hoe left on an early note
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I seen him run the red light, and I heard she broke
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[Chorus]
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[Judge]
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Do you have any last words before I give you your sentence?
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[Third Verse:]
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I spent a lot of time away from family and friends
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The first song I wrote, was a song named "Revenge"
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Ever since then, my weapon was a pen
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But I still kept a strap for those devilish men
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Sucka better duck-a from the buck, buck, bucka!
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Do a fly-by and shoot your aunt and your uncle
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Does anybody understand the life of the trill?
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Pigs and snitches get along cuz they squeal
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[Chorus (2x)]
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3,2,1
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[sounds of door closing in prison]
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[Inmate]
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South Park Mexican, what the fuck?
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I just knew you'd be back
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Time Is Money
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South Park Mexican |