East Flatbush Project - Tried by 12 (Sluta Leta mix) lyrics

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, n***as 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, motherf** 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 n***as standing on your corner reminiscing of you But your a** is out and you're dead and gone So who'd you rather be? The murdered, or the murderer? n***as 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 d**h is a must Ashes to ashes and dust to dust n***as 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 Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6 n***a 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 La-di-da-di Saturday night and we like to party The punks are f**ing 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 motherf**ers just a-schemin on my sh** 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 sh** - 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 ba*tard who blasts and didn't get blasted Boy kiss dem casket I cut your wig back kid s**er, look who died Body will be identified Momma and poppa will cry, b**h-a** 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 Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6 n***a I sign my name at 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