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