East Flatbush Project

Dont say sticks and stones
They might break your bones
But the nine millimeter, itll bore your dome
Im talkin about the toe-taggin
Huh, the body-baggin
Man, niggas 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 niggas standing on your corner reminiscing of you
But your ass is out and youre dead and gone
So whod you rather be?
The murdered, or the murderer?
Niggas got me stressed - I got my Tek 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 well 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
Niggas getting bust
For in God we trust
So if youre comin to my town and try to slow the dough down
You must be casket-bound
Cause Id rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6
Nigga
I sign my name on the book at your funeral
The Zigs on my hip with an extra clip
Cause Id 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, dont really wanna hurt nobody
So what they tryin to get?
I already got it
Chump motherfuckers just a-schemin on my shit
But little do they know I got the Zig on my hip with an extra clip
And Id rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6
Aw shit - murder commit
And there goes another statistic runnin through ballistic
The witness say Im wicked
But thats how I kick it
Cause Ill be the bastard who blasts and didnt get blasted
Boy kiss dem casket
I cut your wig back kid
Sucker, look who died
Body will be identified
Momma and poppa will cry, bitch-ass man says hell testify
To see me tried, but heres I slide (?)
Upon the same corner that you did
And Im still facing a bid
Cause Id rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6
Nigga
I sign my name at the book at your funeral
The Zigs on my hip with an extra clip
Cause Id rather be tried by 12 than carried by
[ Tried By 12 Lyrics ]