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Manuela - Trial by Fury lyrics
[First Verse]
 You live by the sword, and you die by it
 The streets got a code of silence, and we survive by it
 But some of y'all got the game crossed
 We got our own set of laws in the land of the lost
 Fools call the cops when it gets hec-tic
 Snitchin on a homie when he suspected
 Telling everything you know
 Know your marked for death, anywhere you go
 It ain't safe to show your face in the ghetto
 Cause it done got around, everybody knowin yous a hoe
 Don't be actin down now
 Your days are numbered like a calendar
 Cause we gonna blow your ass up like the challenger
 We hold court like the wild west, Gun-fights
 May the best man win, and its to the death
 You can't slip cause if you do you thru
 Another unsolved mystery for homicide to persue
 [Chorus]
 They find bodies butt naked in the south side
 On his back full of holes with his mouth wide
 Fuck 9-1-1 don't run when the cops come...
 Get a gun and drop one
 I'd rather be carried by six, then judged by twelve
 White folks trying to put me in a cell
 Let the streets be the prosacuter, judge, and jury
 Let me have a trial by fury
 Cause I done had it up to hear with these man-made laws
 America ain't ever gave a fuck about y'all
 Let the streets be the prosecuter, judge, and jury
 Let me have a trial by fury
 [Second Verse]
 Now you can say what you want to say
 But every dog has his day, so you gonna pay
 Can't run , can't hide ain't nowhere to go
 And if it ain't a bald head, then I got a fro
 Thats on the four, and niggaz know I gives a fuck what they speakin on
 I take flight late at night
 Smash on in a broughm, mask on, my dome blast on your home
 If you the homie than you know we mash on you when you wrong
 Stand strong when it gets rough
 Fuck breaking down, Niggaz catch rounds when they switch up
 You weak belly bitch, softer than a jelly fish
 Half heart, half money now, don't be acting funny style
 Tell me this, where you learn the game from?
 And which cartoon did you get your name from?
 Cause you a character like Robin Gibbons
 Like eastwood in the neighborhood, you unforgiven
 In ninety-five you were "set trippin blocc style"
 But I heard you be kickin it with cops now
 What you did in the dark came to dayManuela -   Trial by Fury  - http://motolyrics.com/manuela/trial-by-fury-lyrics.html
 You can play now, but later on you gotta pay nigga
 [Chorus]
 They find bodies butt naked on the south side
 On his back full of holes with his mouth wide
 And fuck 9-1-1, don't run when the cops come...
 Get a gun and drop one
 I'd rather be carried by six, then judged by twelve
 White folks trying to put me in a cell
 Let the streets be the prosacuter, judge, and jury
 Let me have a trial by fury
 Cause I done had it up to hear with these man-made laws
 America ain't ever gave a fuck about y'all
 Let the streets be the prosecuter, judge, and jury
 Let me have a trial by fury
 [Third Verse]
 Young niggaz hate to see a brother blow up
 Immature kindergarden students need to grow up
 Make me want to throw up when I hear a homie speakin on the nutts
 Mind your own business motherfucka...buster
 Now several of you evidently find it difficult to do that
 The homie told me fellas is jealous
 I gotta true that
 Now who's that lookin in my window
 Standing there just giving up the info
 I let him have it to the temple
 To put it simpley, ain't no way i'ma let a playa hater cripple me
 You gotta pay when you cross game
 Never say the homie's name, if you do we bring the pain
 It's the same on all others
 Tryin to send me to the devil, bring yourselves
 Tryin to put you six feet closer to your maker
 To kill all the Paul Bearers and the Undertaker
 It's just a demo, and the memo says murder in the first
 Them garden blocc niggaz break em' off the worst
 Fuck a hearse, speed first and then incriminate them
 Yeah, you play now, you pay later nigga
 [Chorus]
 They find bodies butt naked on the south side
 On his back full of holes with his mouth wide
 And fuck 9-1-1, don't run when the cops come...
 Get a gun and drop one
 I'd rather be carried by six, then judged by twelve
 White folks trying to put me in a cell
 So let the streets be the prosacuter, judge, and jury
 Let me have a trial by fury
 Cause I done had it up to hear with these man-made laws
 America ain't ever gave a fuck about y'all
 Let the streets be the prosecuter, judge, and jury
 Let me have a trial by fury








