X-Raided - Trial by Fury (Remix) lyrics

[First Verse] You live by the sword, and you die by it The streets got a code of silence, and we survive by it But some of y'all got the game crossed We got our own set of laws in the land of the lost Fools call the cops when it gets hec-tic Snitchin on a homie when he suspected Telling everything you know Know your marked for d**h, anywhere you go It ain't safe to show your face in the ghetto Cause it done got around, everybody knowin yous a hoe Don't be actin down now Your days are numbered like a calendar Cause we gonna blow your a** up like the challenger We hold court like the wild west, Gun-fights May the best man win, and its to the d**h You can't slip cause if you do you thru Another unsolved mystery for homicide to persue [Chorus] They find bodies bu*t naked in the south side On his back full of holes with his mouth wide f** 9-1-1 don't run when the cops come... Get a gun and drop one I'd rather be carried by six, then judged by twelve White folks trying to put me in a cell Let the streets be the prosacuter, judge, and jury Let me have a trial by fury Cause I done had it up to hear with these man-made laws America ain't ever gave a f** about y'all Let the streets be the prosecuter, judge, and jury Let me have a trial by fury [Second Verse] Now you can say what you want to say But every dog has his day, so you gonna pay Can't run , can't hide ain't nowhere to go And if it ain't a bald head, then I got a fro Thats on the four, and n***as know I gives a f** what they speakin on I take flight late at night Smash on in a broughm, mask on, my dome blast on your home If you the homie than you know we mash on you when you wrong Stand strong when it gets rough f** breaking down, n***as catch rounds when they switch up You weak belly b**h, softer than a jelly fish Half heart, half money now, don't be acting funny style Tell me this, where you learn the game from? And which cartoon did you get your name from? Cause you a character like Robin Gibbons Like eastwood in the neighborhood, you unforgiven In ninety-five you were "set trippin blocc style" But I heard you be kickin it with cops now What you did in the dark came to day You can play now, but later on you gotta pay n***a [Chorus] They find bodies bu*t naked on the south side On his back full of holes with his mouth wide And f** 9-1-1, don't run when the cops come... Get a gun and drop one I'd rather be carried by six, then judged by twelve White folks trying to put me in a cell Let the streets be the prosacuter, judge, and jury Let me have a trial by fury Cause I done had it up to hear with these man-made laws America ain't ever gave a f** about y'all Let the streets be the prosecuter, judge, and jury Let me have a trial by fury [Third Verse] Young n***as hate to see a brother blow up Immature kindergarden students need to grow up Make me want to throw up when I hear a homie speakin on the nutts Mind your own business motherf**a...buster Now several of you evidently find it difficult to do that The homie told me fellas is jealous I gotta true that Now who's that lookin in my window Standing there just giving up the info I let him have it to the temple To put it simpley, ain't no way i'ma let a playa hater cripple me You gotta pay when you cross game Never say the homie's name, if you do we bring the pain It's the same on all others Tryin to send me to the devil, bring yourselves Tryin to put you six feet closer to your maker To k** all the Paul Bearers and the Undertaker It's just a demo, and the memo says murder in the first Them garden blocc n***as break em' off the worst f** a hearse, speed first and then incriminate them Yeah, you play now, you pay later n***a [Chorus] They find bodies bu*t naked on the south side On his back full of holes with his mouth wide And f** 9-1-1, don't run when the cops come... Get a gun and drop one I'd rather be carried by six, then judged by twelve White folks trying to put me in a cell So let the streets be the prosacuter, judge, and jury Let me have a trial by fury Cause I done had it up to hear with these man-made laws America ain't ever gave a f** about y'all Let the streets be the prosecuter, judge, and jury Let me have a trial by fury