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Date of issue: 09.06.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: In The Paint
Song language: English
Framed |
I represent myself and my own defense |
Innocent by reason of no evidence |
Plus they’re tryin' pick the punishment the judge insists |
My fingerprints were traced back to six gun clips |
Cop witness, who try and testify on my click |
He on the payroll that’s why I got my prior dismissed |
This is framework, somehow they got ahold of my flick |
The night in question, I was restin' home with my chick |
Then the spot was blown, cops rushed in, shots were blown |
I jetted out the lab with socks and boxers on |
Undercover chased me down for three weeks |
He ceased to interrogate like I might speak |
But no, I won’t tell ya who I work for |
And no, I won’t tell ya who the work’s for |
You can hit me with the book, brick, hammer and all |
I dig a tunnel or just scale the jailhouse wall |
Your honor. |
True me ??? |
Dem a see me push weight and dem claim dem see me, dem try frame me |
But me nah snitch, they try and test me me bust my clip |
Me on de blunts all de time and de gyal dem a wine |
True dem Rebel I and I, we bust down de sign |
Try frame me but nah me nah snitch |
They try test me me bust my clip |
They got me framed, locked and chained |
Cuz some lame on the block was slain |
Cops came but I ain’t pop a flame |
Hear me ya honor? |
I ain’t dropped a thing |
I was cuffed, they told me that somebody dropped my name |
And the time they tryin' to match me with is not the same |
I was knocked from 8:00 to the time the shot went rang |
When I woke up, I smoked up and watched the game |
Then I laid up with my bitch and got rocked with brain |
Release me from this Elymer Fudd shit, the glove don’t fit |
Too tall for the cop description and slugs don’t fit |
He was hit with a nine right? |
I bust slugs with a fifth |
You got any of my D.N.A. |
or blood up in this bitch? |
I’m not the guy aligned to fall, this not my crime at all |
You lock me up, I’m climbin' the wall |
You want me scapegoat, so stay close, alliance will call |
With some grimy niggas schemin' on the shines in the hall |
Fuck that, you and the D.A. |
spit-shine our balls |
You can catch up with me some other time, from mines to yours |
Come on a plea bargain for what, your honor? |
Nah yo I ain’t do shit, the only thing I’m coppin' is a new whip |
The night it happened I was lampin' at a deuce flick with two chicks |
Kim and Chris, we guzzle Cris' on some Rush Hour 2 shit |
I knew the kid, yeah we had problems, yeah I robbed him |
Now it’s '98 though and the handgun was a revolver |
You tryin' to play me on an old case but I hold no weight |
Turned myself in, I skated on them keystone jakes |
Right description, right Killa, wrong case, I didn’t hit him |
Here’s the verdict, not guilty, not tryin' to see a prison |
Got my life on the line, you wanna grind me through ya system |
And have my family and my wiz cryin', I miss 'em |
You buggin', you the same judge that framed K with the drugs |
Somebody came up dead and now you wanna blame us? |
This shit is too much, aiyo before you screw us |
I’ll grab the bailiff’s gun and light this whole room up |