East Flatbush Project – Tried By 12 Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
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, niggas 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, motherfuck 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 then ends with the shovel
And niggas 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?
Niggas 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
Niggas 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


[Hook]
Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6
Nigga, I sign my name on the book at your funeral
The Zig's on my hip with an extra clip
Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6

[Verse 2]
La-di-da-di, Saturday night and we like to party
The punks are fucking 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 motherfuckers just a-schemin on my shit
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 shit, 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, your bitch-ass man says he'll testify
To see me tried, but his ass lie'd
Upon the same corner that you did and I'm still facing a bid

[Hook]

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