[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
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
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