East Flatbush Projects Tried by 12 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____s 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, m_________ 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____s 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____s 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 death is a must
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
n____s 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____
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 m_________ers just a-schemin on my s___
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 s___ - 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 b______ who blasts and didn't get blasted
Boy kiss dem casket
I cut your wig back kid
Sucker, look who died
Body will be identified
Momma and poppa will cry, b____-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____
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

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