Trial Time
I started selling dope back in 1986
I bought a Cadillac and put them thangs on that bitch
The brains blowed out with the white leather seats
Fiene's fining for that better because that got that shit is weak
I was only 17 had the neighbourhood hooked
Have them stealing out there crib because my crack taste like ribs
I'm up in the morning with the rest of these rookies
You out here selling them dimes bitch I'm out here selling them cookies
I'm flying out town getting them thangs for twelve-five
Four hundred for an ounce and six fifty when its dry
Pyrex dishes in tha motherfucking kitchen
Word around town Mr. Bigg got them chickens
That nigga bought a house for a small by the lake
And gave his grandma set of keys to the safe
Them jealous ass niggas and them hoes started hating
To see my lil sister drive a benz to graduation
I'm tripping on that Hennessey and I'm smoking on them budz
I still got love for them niggas selling them dubs
I remember when I use to do tha same shit
Buy a half-ounce and cut it up and sold the block up
I can't put my glock up, my glock is my hoe
And my hoe go everywhere I go
Which one of you fake ass niggas wanna harm me?
I said you better bring the Navy cause I'm fine bring than Army
Get yeah 12 white folks and take that shit to trial bitch
You all mother fucker talking about given me 20 mother fucking years
I got 4 mother fucking lawyers standing right here and we'll strike this bitch up
And if that don't work out Ill make you all bitches kill me in this mother fucking court room
So mother fuck you fuck the judge fuck the DA and fuck all you weak ass niggas
I gotta make a plan because them laws is on my ass
I just got a bird and I gotta sell it fast
They know about the down payments on my third house
They know about the diamond in my little sister mouth
They know about benz and the black pathfinder
They know about the vacation trip I took to China
They know about the hoe I was fucking named Kathy
Heard she got busted wit a bird in Talahasee
And now they try to say that the yay belong to me
I know they try to get me because these niggas keep holding they nuts on me
Dickie suits and bullet proofs and steel toes
You fake ass niggas gone need some real hoes
I packed my shit because it's time for me to go
I'm getting tired of them kicking in my ma door
And even though they don't find shit they talk shit
Asking questions saying how da fuck you bought that shit
And how the fuck you don't work but drive different cars
We got you on the interstate in a Jaguar
Where da dopa and the mother fuckin guns at
We'll let you go if you tell us where yo son at
Shit I don't know nothing light it up and type it up
And tell the DA get ready cause we gone strike it up
Hello
The damn police kicked my door in this morning looking for you boy asking me how I bought my house and cars and takin pictures of our shit so you need to go somewhere and hide out for a minute cause it's hot down here Alright mama
I'll holla at you
Im down in New Orleans wit my auntie and my granny
The clean side of this Mr. Bigg family
They know I'm on the run so I can't use the phone
My mother fuckin babies they don't even know I'm gone
Left my mama 20, 000 for my babies and the bill money
I'm in the attic smoking weed cause I think this shit is still funny
Make them kill me or turn myself in shit
I'm facing life in the god damn pin
The DA wanna see a nigga fry
Bringing niggas back from the pin to testify
Yea I bought some guns from him yea he sold me sum dope
Niggas telling on me that I never even seen before
Everybody wanna sell dope and try to get rich
Out on the corner just waitin to get indited
You told on yoself then you told on me
You might of heard of me but you and never bought no bird from me
Pussy ass niggas got this game fucked up
Telling on niggas just to get they time cut
Asks with the magnifying scope
If you wanna fuck wit me bitch you betta get them white folks
All you hoes and all you niggas better take that shit to mother fucking trial
All you hoes and all you niggas better take that shit to mother fucking trial
Take that shit to trial bitch
Take that shit to trial bitch
Take that shit to trial bitch
Take that shit to trial
I bought a Cadillac and put them thangs on that bitch
The brains blowed out with the white leather seats
Fiene's fining for that better because that got that shit is weak
I was only 17 had the neighbourhood hooked
Have them stealing out there crib because my crack taste like ribs
I'm up in the morning with the rest of these rookies
You out here selling them dimes bitch I'm out here selling them cookies
I'm flying out town getting them thangs for twelve-five
Four hundred for an ounce and six fifty when its dry
Pyrex dishes in tha motherfucking kitchen
Word around town Mr. Bigg got them chickens
That nigga bought a house for a small by the lake
And gave his grandma set of keys to the safe
Them jealous ass niggas and them hoes started hating
To see my lil sister drive a benz to graduation
I'm tripping on that Hennessey and I'm smoking on them budz
I still got love for them niggas selling them dubs
I remember when I use to do tha same shit
Buy a half-ounce and cut it up and sold the block up
I can't put my glock up, my glock is my hoe
And my hoe go everywhere I go
Which one of you fake ass niggas wanna harm me?
I said you better bring the Navy cause I'm fine bring than Army
Get yeah 12 white folks and take that shit to trial bitch
You all mother fucker talking about given me 20 mother fucking years
I got 4 mother fucking lawyers standing right here and we'll strike this bitch up
And if that don't work out Ill make you all bitches kill me in this mother fucking court room
So mother fuck you fuck the judge fuck the DA and fuck all you weak ass niggas
I gotta make a plan because them laws is on my ass
I just got a bird and I gotta sell it fast
They know about the down payments on my third house
They know about the diamond in my little sister mouth
They know about benz and the black pathfinder
They know about the vacation trip I took to China
They know about the hoe I was fucking named Kathy
Heard she got busted wit a bird in Talahasee
And now they try to say that the yay belong to me
I know they try to get me because these niggas keep holding they nuts on me
Dickie suits and bullet proofs and steel toes
You fake ass niggas gone need some real hoes
I packed my shit because it's time for me to go
I'm getting tired of them kicking in my ma door
And even though they don't find shit they talk shit
Asking questions saying how da fuck you bought that shit
And how the fuck you don't work but drive different cars
We got you on the interstate in a Jaguar
Where da dopa and the mother fuckin guns at
We'll let you go if you tell us where yo son at
Shit I don't know nothing light it up and type it up
And tell the DA get ready cause we gone strike it up
Hello
The damn police kicked my door in this morning looking for you boy asking me how I bought my house and cars and takin pictures of our shit so you need to go somewhere and hide out for a minute cause it's hot down here Alright mama
I'll holla at you
Im down in New Orleans wit my auntie and my granny
The clean side of this Mr. Bigg family
They know I'm on the run so I can't use the phone
My mother fuckin babies they don't even know I'm gone
Left my mama 20, 000 for my babies and the bill money
I'm in the attic smoking weed cause I think this shit is still funny
Make them kill me or turn myself in shit
I'm facing life in the god damn pin
The DA wanna see a nigga fry
Bringing niggas back from the pin to testify
Yea I bought some guns from him yea he sold me sum dope
Niggas telling on me that I never even seen before
Everybody wanna sell dope and try to get rich
Out on the corner just waitin to get indited
You told on yoself then you told on me
You might of heard of me but you and never bought no bird from me
Pussy ass niggas got this game fucked up
Telling on niggas just to get they time cut
Asks with the magnifying scope
If you wanna fuck wit me bitch you betta get them white folks
All you hoes and all you niggas better take that shit to mother fucking trial
All you hoes and all you niggas better take that shit to mother fucking trial
Take that shit to trial bitch
Take that shit to trial bitch
Take that shit to trial bitch
Take that shit to trial
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