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Greg Street - Trial Time lyrics
f/ Mr. Bigg rtist: Greg Street f/ Mr. Bigg Album:6 O'Clock Volume 1 Song: Trial Time Typed by: gadge31061@yahoo.com [Verse 1: Mr. Bigg] I started selling dope back in 1986 I bought a Cadillac and put them thangs on that bitch The brains blowed out with them whited leather seats Fienders screaming for that butter cause that other shit is weak I was only 17 had the neighborhood hooked Had em stealing out they crib cause my crack tasted like ribs I'm up in the morning with tha rest of these rookies You out here selling these dimes bitch I'm out here selling these cookies I'm flying out of town getting them thangs for 12-5 400 for an ounce and see 50 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 buzz 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 wonna harm me? I said you better bring the Navy cause I'm finna bring tha Army [Interlude: Mr. Bigg] (Take that shit to trial bitch-background) Get yo 12 white folks and take that shit to trial bitch Y'all motherfuckers talking about giving me 20 motherfucking years I got 4 motherfucking lawyers standing right here and we'll strike this bitch up And if that shit don't work I'll make y'all bitches kill me in this motherfucking court room So motherfuck you, fuck tha judge, fuck tha D.A., and fuck all you weak ass hoes [Verse 2: Mr. Bigg] I got to make a plan cause them laws is on my ass I just got a bird and I got to sell it fast They know about the down payments on my third house They know about the diamond in my lil sister mouth They know about the Benz in the back pathfinder They know about the vacation trip I took to China They know about the hoe I was fucking named Cathy Heard she got busted with a bird in Tallahassee And now they tryin to say that the yay belong to me I know they trying to get me caught; these niggas keep holding they nuts on me Dickie suits, and bullet proofs, and still toes No fake ass niggas only some real hoes I packed my shit cause it's time for me to go I'm getting tired of em kicking in my ma door And even though they don't find shit they talk shit Asking questions saying how the fuck you bought this shit And how the fuck you don't work but drive different cars We got ya on tha interstate in a Jaguar Where that dope and them motherfucking 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 D.A. get ready cause we gon strike it up [Interlude: Mr. Bigg] & {Mother (Take that shit to trial bitch-background) Dialing…ringing Hello {The damn police kicked my door in this morning looking for you boy Asking me how I bought my house and cars and taking pictures of our shit So you need to go somewhere and hide out for a minute cause it's hot down here Aight mama I'll holla at cha [Verse 3: Mr. Bigg] I'm down in New Orleans with my auntie and my granny Tha clean side of this Mr. Bigg family They know I'm on the run so I can't use the phone My motherfucking babies they don't even know I'm gone Lent my mama 20,000 for my babies and the bill money I'm in tha 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 tha goddamn pen Tha D.A. wonna see a nigga fry Bringing niggas back from tha pin to testify Yeah I bought some guns from him Yeah he sold me some dope Niggas telling on me that I never even seen before Everybody wonna sell dope and try get rich Out on the corner just waiting to get indicted You told on yourself then you told on me You might a heard of me but you ain't never bought no bird from me Pussy ass niggas got this game fucked up Telling on niggas just to get their time cut A SKS with a magnified scope If you wonna fuck with me bitch you better get them white folks [Outro: Mr. Bigg] All you hoes and all you niggas Better take that shit to motherfucking trial All you hoes and all you niggas Better take that shit to motherfucking trial Take that shit to trial bitch (x4) |
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