Time Is Money

Order in the court

The courtroom asks Carlos Coy to step up to the witness stand

Do you swear to tell the truth, nothing but the truth, so help you God?

Yeah

Three, two, one

All began when I started gettin' violent, sir

Screwing in my mothafuckin' silencer

I grabbed my steel, then I felt the coldness

People stood around as I told this

Ferocious confession of relentless aggression

I was taught to shoot first and then ask questions

I sold rocks, I was raised with no pops

My full Glocks, twisting hoes like doorknobs

Bitch offered me the pussy, so I took it

They call me a crook 'cause that's short for crooked

Stayin' high as hell and drunk as fuck

You ain't down with the Mex, you can sick my duck

I mean duck my sick, I mean suck my dick

Don't laugh, bitch, you know what the fuck I meant

And if I ever come back to the free world

I'ma take my baby girl out to Seaworld

Time is money

Time obviously isn't on your side

Time is money

Can you tell the jury exactly what happened

On the night of December second?

My word is gold, now check how the murder's told

Bring me back fourteen and my bird is sold

Learn the code, then meet me at the service road

Now you all understand what this person owed

Servin' coke seemed like my purpose, so

I was the perfect mold, the gangsta you been searching for

But on a further note, this cat tryna burn my dope

But since the day that mama gave birth to Los

I heard them hoes forever be first to smoke

Tryna jack a jacker, what's the purpose, Loc?

Mercy know, 'cause he smiles and ain't heard the joke

Now he's in his blood tryna write a cursive note

I snatched his turkish rope and looked like he turned to crow

That boy got a date with dirt in the earth below

With the worms, that ho left on an early note

I seen him run the red light, in a Hurst he move

Time is money

Time obviously isn't on your side

Time is money

Do you have any last words before I give you your sentence?

I spent a lot of time away from family and friends

The first song I wrote was a song called Revenge

Ever since then my weapon was a pen

But I still kept a strap for those devilish men

Sucker better duck-a from the bu-bu-buck-a

Do a fly-by and shoot your aunt and your uncle

Does anybody understand the life of the trill?

Pigs and snitches get along 'cause they squeal

Time is money

Time obviously isn't on your side

Time is running

But there's no way in hell you can run from time

Time is money

Time obviously isn't on your side

Time is running

But there's no way in hell you can run from time

Three, two, one

Time is money

South Park Mexican

The fuck? I just knew you'd be back