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​Trial Time

This song is by Mr. Bigg.

I started sellin' dope back in 1986
I bought a Cadillac and put them thangs on that bitch
The brains blowed out with the white leather seats
Fieners fienin' for that butta 'cause tha otha shit is weak

I was only 17 had the neighborhood hooked
Have 'em stealin' out there crib 'cause my crack taste like ribs
I'm up in the mornin' with the rest of these rookies
You out here sellin' them dimes bitch I'm out here sellin' them cookies

I'm flyin' outta town gettin' them thangs for twelve-five
Four hundred for an ounce and six fifty when it's dry
Pyrex dishes in tha motherfucking kitchen
Word around town Mr. Bigg got them chickens

That nigga bought a house for a small by the lake
And gave his grandma set of keys to the safe
Them jealous ass niggas and them hoes started hating
To see my lil sister drive a Benz to graduation

I'm tripping on that Hennessey and I'm smoking on them budz
I still got love for them niggas selling them dubs
I remember when I use to do tha same shit
Buy a half-ounce and cut it up and sold the block up

I can't put my glock up, my glock is my hoe
And my hoe go everywhere I go
Which one of you fake ass niggas wanna harm me?
I said you better bring the Navy 'cause I'm finna bring than Army
Get ya 12 white folks and take dat shit to trial, bitch

Y'all matha fuckas talking 'bout given me 20 matha fuckin' years
I got 4 matha fuckin' lawyers standin' right here
And we'll strike this bitch up and if that don't work out

I'll make y'all bitches kill me in this matha fuckin' court room
So matha fuck you, fuck the judge, fuck the DA
And fuck all you weak ass niggas

I gotta make a plan 'cause them laws is on my ass
I just got a bird and I gotta sell it fast
They know about the down payments on my third house
They know about the diamond in my little sister mouth

They know about Benz and the black pathfinder
They know about the vacation trip I took to China
They know about the hoe I was fuckin' named Kathy
Heard she got busted wit a bird in Talahasee

And now they tryna say that the yay belong to me
I know they tryna get me 'cause these niggas
Keep holdin' they nuts on me
Dickie suits and bullet proofs and steel toes
You fake ass niggas gone need some real hoes

I packed my shit 'cause it's time for me to go
I'm getting tired of 'em kickin' in my ma door
And even though they don't find shit, they talk shit
Askin' questions, sayin' how da fuck you bought that shit

And how the fuck you don't work but drive different cars
We got you on the interstate in a Jaguar
Where da dopa and the matha fuckin' guns at?

We'll let you go if you tell us where yo son at
Shit I don't know nothing light it up and type it up
And tell the DA get ready 'cause we gon strike it up

The damn police kicked my door in this morning
Lookin' for you boy askin me how I bought my house and cars
And takin' pictures of our shit so you need to go somewhere
And hide out for a minute 'cause it's hot down here, all right mama
I'll holla at you

I'm down in New Orleans wit my auntie and my granny
The clean side of this Mr. Bigg family
They know I'm on the run so I can't use the phone
My matha fuckin' babies they don't even know I'm gone

Left my mama 20,000 for my babies and the bill money
I'm in the attic smoking weed 'cause I think this shit is still funny
Make 'em kill me or turn myself in shit
I'm facing life in the God damn pin

The DA wanna see a nigga fry
Bringin' niggas back from the pin to testify
Yeah, I bought some guns from him, yeah, he sold me sum dope
Niggas telling on me that I never even seen before

Everybody wanna sell dope and try to get rich
Out on the corner just waitin' to get indited
You told on yoself then you told on me
You might of heard of me but you and never bought no bird from me

Pussy ass niggas got this game fucked up
Tellin' on niggas just to get they time cut
A SKS with the magnifying scope
If you wanna fuck wit me bitch, you betta get dem white folks

All you hoes and all you niggas
Better take dat shit to matha fuckin' trial
All you hoes and all you niggas
Better take dat shit to matha fuckin' trial

Take dat shit to trial, bitch
Take dat shit to trial, bitch
Take dat shit to trial, bitch
Take dat shit to trial

Written by:

David Jolicoeur; Kelvin Mercer; Paul Huston; Vincent Mason Jr.