Lyrics:
with me
Found out some niggas fucked your wife and we put them bitches to sleep
Ain't going to say your government, I'ma call him by Ricky G
Now Ricky
gat
Hear the glock go BOOM (Triple up Boom)
Gavel bang Death sentence
Rules the courtroom
You in debt, past due
Time to rest in ya tomb
Klik Klak Pistol
the courtrooms
Shootin birds at the judges
Fuck Teks and go and plug us out on racial slurs
Destroyin documents or complaints from black workers
Chorus:
Born in Brooklyn
Raised in the boom
A mensch man with honour
From class to courtroom
Taught to fight
For constitutional rights
To defend
We talked so loudly in the library
They said be quiet or get out
The graphic details
The cat-o-nine tale's of your difficult past
Lash by lash
We
I wake at two AM to start the day
In the courtroom of my head
Asking questions that sound stupid in the daytime
Deciding on the worst sentence for my
rite still remains
If you refuse and resist, your lover may abandon ship, so
Let's walk through those courtroom gates
Declare our love to the magistrate
guilty
Judges in courtrooms, getting lies off, doing niggas just filthy
Libel to double it back
When thoughts crash and ya mind dash
And ya cannot trust
AIDS
(You don't say)
I do believe me when I tell you
It's so true and this could be you
White roses at that casket
Red ones stood out
Thrown by the ones
see our flair
The world won't be saved
Not by our movement
And not by you
We won't be saved
Not by me
And not by you
How can you stand there
In my
pride, so I'm dismissive
You think I wanna sit in this courtroom
Talkin' supervised, scrutinized by suit and ties? You a lie
You could cry, the conditions
of getting paid by criminal means
They're having a sale on minimal dreams
Doomed to fail, they caught your tail
Your butt's in jail, you gets no bail
The scale
on a man, waiting on a man
It seems so long since yesterday
The time goes by so slow
When you're waiting on a man, waiting on a man to show
She
wouldn't have to conform to
The streets
And she wouldn't have to sit in no courtroom
When minorities compete against law degrees
For freedom accompanied by
women like Bobby did Whitney
That's why the only blue we salute is to Nipsey
Juneteenth barbecue at the precinct
Hanging by the pigtails, burned down
courtroom hot as grandma kitchen
They tried to call a early game
I am thinking extra innings
I ain't with the pleas or the split decisions
I just hope papi
the killer by name
He was the father of one of the girls he had slain
The courtroom was silent, they awaited his words
And thought they would be filled with
killer he ain’t never coming back
I was sittin in the courtroom, made me a promise
Now I’m livin out my dreams it can’t sit on my conscience
If you don’t
the courtroom they ain't got no proof
Spilled his cup he ain't got no juice
Used to rob niggas just to pay for the booth
Now bitches wanna hang with the gang like
crying No one's dying What are you implying
By the way that you're eyeing me its probably a sign
Oh NO I see now that you're trapped in a bind
Trying
frightened by choices
But we hate it when they tell us what to do
Oh, and all we have is lost
We don't know where the flowers grew
We're librarian's stamp
by your side
Cause he right by my side
I done fought sin fought guilt fought death and I still didn't die
Pull up on they blocked and they still didn't
that's the thing I know by the mornings
They're coming and there ain't no way out
Like a hammer in a murderer's courtroom
Gravity gonna bring you down
So
When I'm right I'm wrong when I'm wrong I'm right
I bet that I can get them gone by the end of the night
I got a partner that trap my other homie
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