Trial of the Century

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Anthony Cruz (born March 9, 1972), better known by his stage name AZ is a Grammy-nominated American rapper. Born in Brooklyn, he currently resides in Englewood, New Jersey. He is known for being a longtime and frequent rhyme partner of Nas, and also a member of hip-hop group The Firm alongside Nas, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Nature. more »

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1998

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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 f*ck 
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 Arctic Ocean
Thoughts racin', hit the corner slow pacin' 
No destination, it's up North a nigga facin' 

If we all gonna die, I'm prepared to meet my maker 
But before I touch that death bed, fam, I got to see some paper 
Keep our 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 

I plead innocent, the love for my freedom is infinite 
Thoughts was intimate, I mastered the minds, the mortal ten 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 dough, now you know it's beef 
Know it's deep, I live my life on the creep 
Tinted Jeeps, bulletproof coupes move Mystique 

Let him speak, my dog is innocent 
It was my gats (boo I got this), this cat named Roberto, it's certain 
Desert E's in my skirts end 
Let my nigga live (oha), while I breed us up a kid 
Face this little bitch 

No explanation, speedy trial, f*ck the extra waitin' 
Hesitatin', they know the time a nigga facin' 

(So what's the verdict?) If we all gonna die, I'm prepared to meet my maker 
But before I touch that death bed, fam, I got to see some paper 
Keep our 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 

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 
Spread it 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 tax 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, and 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 
Order in the court, order in the court 
That's contempt of court! 

If we all gonna die, I'm prepared to meet my maker 
But before I touch that death bed, fam, I got to see some paper 
Keep our 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 

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 our 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 
 
If we all gonna die

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