Trial Of The Century Lyrics - Singles - Az The Visualiza

AZ: 

Just like a motion picture, gun fire froze a nigga 

Compose the liquor, caused me to stager, stumble over quicker 

Duckin' low, wit the four four, tryin' to bust and blow 

Empty out before the Po Po come bust the show 

Sobered up, knew it was beef, but over what? 

Been in the cut, escapin' these streets, they cold as fuck 

Tuck my chain in, rose to my feet, no time for aimin' 

Back arched, all you saw was sparks, niggas blazin' 

One fell, callin' for help, heard him yell 

My last shell, tore through his spine, it's time to bail 

It's slow motion, dust in my clothes started ?boatin'? 

It's bizarre copin', my blood flowin' like the Art Of Goshen 

Thoughts racin', hit the corner slow pacin' 

No destination, it's up North a nigga facin' 

CHORUS: Panama P.I. 

If we all gonna die, I'm prepared to meet my maker 

But before I touch that death bed feel, I gotta see some paper 

Keep my head to the sky, won't let no one pull us down 

Do whatever it takes, 'cause that's the breaks, money make this world go 

'round 

AZ: 

I pleed innocent, the love for my freedom is infinite 

Thoughts was intimate, I mastered the minds, the mortal 10 percent 

Self Defense, incarceration couldn't help repent 

Caught in commotion at the time I felt it, felt intense 

Him or me, it's misery through my memory 

But mentally, outcome wise I feel no sympathy 

You know the streets, how some niggas could go for weeks 

Rock you slow to sleep, play you for doe, now you know it's beef 

Know it's deep, I live my life on the creep 

Tinted Jeeps, bulletproof coupes move Mystique 

Foxy Brown: (AZ) 

Let him speak, my dogg is innocent 

It was my gats (Boo I got this), this cat named Roberto it's certain 

Desert Ease in my skirts end 

Let my nigga live (Oha), while I breed us up a kid 

Face this little bi - tch 

AZ: 

No explanation, speedy trial, fuck the extra waitin' 

Hesitatin', they know the time a nigga facin' 

So what's the verdict? 

CHORUS (overlaps the last line of AZ's verse) 

AZ: 

I feel ill inside, though my life is still a ride 

Some may criticize, but it's a blessin', that I'm still alive 

From all the smoke lit, all the hoes hit, all the cold shit 

From comin' that close gettin' my dome split 

Spreaded out, so much on my mind, gotta let it out 

To live, and die for a cause I feel dead with out 

Check my rap sheet, no prior cases, just some Tech's beef 

Charged with drunk drivin' once, but I was half 'sleep 

Swervin', off of St. Mark's and Burgan, in a rented Suburban 

I must've dozed when I was turnin' 

But peep this, I'm on trial now, no sign of weakness 

No secrets, just goin' to court, & I'm tryin' to beat this 

A new Don, another score, another new born, been too long 

Here's a dick jury for y'all to chew on 

{Judge's voice: Order in the court, order in the court 

That's contempt of court!} 

CHORUS (2 times) 

Panama P.I.: 

If we all gonna die