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Trial Time
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Last Mr. Bigg
The Last Mr. Bigg
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Donald Maurice Pears
Donald Maurice Pears
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
A.C Ryan Craig
A.C Ryan Craig
Producer

Lyrics

I started selling dope back in 1986 I bought a Cadillac and put them thangs on that bitch The brains blowed out with the white leather seats Fiene's fining for that better because that got that shit is weak I was only 17 had the neighbourhood hooked Have them stealing out there crib because my crack taste like ribs I'm up in the morning with the rest of these rookies You out here selling them dimes bitch I'm out here selling them cookies I'm flying out town getting them thangs for twelve-five Four hundred for an ounce and six fifty when its 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 fine bring than Army Get yeah 12 white folks and take that shit to trial bitch You all mother fucker talking about given me 20 mother fucking years I got 4 mother fucking lawyers standing right here and we'll strike this bitch up And if that don't work out Ill make you all bitches kill me in this mother fucking court room So mother fuck you fuck the judge fuck the DA and fuck all you weak ass niggas I gotta make a plan because 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 fucking named Kathy Heard she got busted wit a bird in Talahasee And now they try to say that the yay belong to me I know they try to get me because these niggas keep holding 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 because it's time for me to go I'm getting tired of them kicking in my ma door And even though they don't find shit they talk shit Asking questions saying 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 mother 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 gone strike it up Hello The damn police kicked my door in this morning looking for you boy asking 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 Alright mama I'll holla at you Im 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 mother 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 them kill me or turn myself in shit I'm facing life in the god damn pin The DA wanna see a nigga fry Bringing niggas back from the pin to testify Yea I bought some guns from him yea 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 Telling on niggas just to get they time cut Asks with the magnifying scope If you wanna fuck wit me bitch you betta get them white folks All you hoes and all you niggas better take that shit to mother fucking trial All you hoes and all you niggas better take that shit to mother fucking trial Take that shit to trial bitch Take that shit to trial bitch Take that shit to trial bitch Take that shit to trial
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