Tried By 12

Don't say sticks and stones

They might break your bones

But the nine millimetre, it'll bore your dome

I'm talkin' about the toe-taggin'

Huh, the body-baggin'

Man, **** are dyin', huh

Mommas are cryin', casket buyin'

Who? Me dyin', leave my family cryin'?

Hell no, I cause, um, bloodbaths and showers

Send me commissary, motherfuck them flowers

Thoughts of slaughter, of leaving my daughters

Hours and hours of fears running through my mind

As I pick up the Zig 9

Beef starts with the shove and ends with the shovel

And **** standing on your corner reminiscing of you

But your ass is out and you're dead and gone

So who'd you rather be?

The murdered, or the murderer?

**** got me stressed, I got my TEC and my vest

And I sing who Jah bless, let no man curse

Or one of us will leave here tonight in a hearse

For we'll be tried by 12

And fertilizing daisies

Crying mommas and cousins and crying babies

Due to the fact that death is a must

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

**** getting bust, for in God we trust

So if you're comin' to my town and try to slow the dough down

You must be casket-bound

'Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6

****

I sign my name in the book at your funeral

The Zig's on my hip with an extra clip

'Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6

La-di-da-di

Saturday night and we like to party

The punks are fucking around so we might catch a body

Early Sunday morning, don't really want to hurt nobody

So what they tryin' to get? I already got it

Chump motherfuckers just a-scheming' on my shit

But little do they know I got the Zig on my hip with an extra clip

And I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6

Aw shit, murder commit

And there goes another statistic running' through ballistic

The witness say I'm wicked

But that's how I kick it

'Cause I'll be the bastard who blasts and didn't get blasted

Boy kiss 'em caskets

I peeled your wig back, kid

Now sucker, look who died

Body will be identified

Momma and poppa will cry

And yo' bitch-ass man says he'll testify

To see me tried, but his ass lied

Upon the same corner where you did

And I'm still facing a bid

'Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6

****

I sign my name in the book at your funeral

The Zig's on my hip with an extra clip

'Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6

To my man Philly Phoenix, rest in peace

And to my ****, Sharp Kim, rest in peace

And to my man, Dillyon, rest in peace