Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trial by Fury , by - NefariousRelease date: 17.03.2000
Song language: English
Trial by Fury |
| Next song «Trial by Fury» |
| Yeah, Aye man what’s up with these… |
| Bitch ass tellin' ass niggas, man |
| (Damn, niggas gettin' all that water, cuz) |
| Nigga you ain’t on the fifth amendment, nigga |
| (niggas need to to get it right though |
| You and you punk ass bitches) |
| Need to keep your mouth closed, bitch |
| You live by the sword, and you die by it |
| The streets got a code of silence, and we survive by it |
| But some of y’all got the game crossed |
| We got our own set of laws in the land of the lost |
| But y’all call the cops when it gets hectic |
| Snitchin' on a homie when he suspected |
| Tellin' everything you know |
| Now your marked for death, anywhere you go |
| It ain’t safe to show your face in the ghetto |
| Cause if it got around, everybody knowin' you a hoe |
| Don’t be actin' down now |
| Your days are numbered like a calendar |
| Cause we gonna blow your ass up like the challenger |
| We hold court like the wild west, gun fights |
| May the best man win, and it’s to the death |
| You can’t slip |
| Cause if you do, your through |
| Another unsolved mystery for homicide to pursue |
| They find bodies butt naked on the south side |
| On his back full of holes with his mouth wide |
| Fuck 911, don’t run when the cops come |
| Get ya gun and drop one |
| I’d rather be carried by six, then judged by twelve |
| White folks trying to put me in a cell |
| So let the streets be the prosecuter, judge and jury |
| Let me have a trial by fury |
| Cause I done had it up to here with these man made laws |
| America ain’t ever gave a fuck about y’all |
| Let the streets be the prosecuter, judge and jury |
| Let me have a trial by fury |
| You can say what you want to say |
| But every dog has his day, so you gonna pay |
| You can’t run, can’t hide, ain’t nowhere to go |
| And if it ain’t a bald head, then I got a fro' |
| That’s on the four |
| Niggas know I gives a fuck what they speakin' on |
| I take flight late at night |
| Smash on in a brougham, mask on, my dome blast on your home |
| If you the homie |
| Then you know we mash on you when you wrong |
| Stand strong when it gets rough |
| Fuck breakin' down |
| Niggas catch rounds when they switch up |
| You weak belly bitch, softer than a jelly fish |
| Half heart, half money now, don’t be actin' funny style |
| Now tell me this, where you learn the game from? |
| And which cartoon did you get your name from? |
| Cause you a character like Robin Givens |
| Like Eastwood in the neighborhood, you «Unforgiven» |
| In 95' you was on one, puttin it down |
| But I heard you be kickin' it with cops now |
| What you did in the dark came to day |
| You can play now, but later on you gotta pay nigga |
| They find bodies butt naked on the south side |
| On his back full of holes with his mouth wide |
| And fuck 911, don’t run when the cops come |
| Get ya gun and drop one |
| I’d rather be carried by six, then judged by twelve |
| White folks trying to put me in a cell |
| So let the streets be the prosecuter, judge and jury |
| Let me have a trial by fury |
| Cause I done had it up to here with these man made laws |
| America ain’t ever gave a fuck about y’all |
| Let the streets be the prosecuter, judge and jury |
| Let me have a trial by fury |
| I heard you said fuck X-Raided |
| Cause I rolled on ya hood and you niggas hate it |
| You took one of mine, so I took one of yours |
| What y’all fools come to court testifyin' for? |
| We was supposed to hold court in them street blocks |
| But when it got hard, niggas called the ceeznops |
| Instead of ridin' you provided all the info |
| To put it simple nigga you’s a heeznoe |
| When I first hit the yard, you had a mean mug |
| It was me, T-Tone and D-Dubb |
| It throwed down, so you tried to say it was cool |
| But it ain’t never gonna be cool, fuck y’all fools |
| Baby I’m set trippin cause you made me |
| It’s the game of life, you don’t wanna play me |
| You ain’t crazy, but maybe you a little slow |
| Play now, pay later nigga, now you know |
| Muthafucka… |
| I’d rather be carried by six, then judged by twelve |
| White folks trying to put me in a cell |
| So let the streets be the prosecuter, judge and jury |
| Let me have a trial by fury |
| Cause I done had it up to here with these man made laws |
| America ain’t ever gave a fuck about y’all |
| Let the streets be the prosecuter, judge and jury |
| Let me have a trial by fury |
| The streets be the prosecuter, judge and jury |
| Let me have a trial by fury |