-Layzie Bone-Intro-
Ya, whats happenin? I'd rather be judged by 12, than carried by 6 (Yall mothafuckas wanna take me out of my mothafuckin business, nigga got on diamonds and shit. Fuck yall, fuck yall!)
-Layzie Bone-Chorus-
I'd rather be judged by twelve, then carried by 6/ Fuckin with the jury not no Paul Bearers, man I'm tellin you thats bullshit/ I'd rather be judged by twelve, then carried by 6/ Thats why I carry this full clip, hollow point tips, ready to do this/ I'd rather be judged by twelve, then carried by 6/ Fuckin with the jury not no Paul Bearers, man I'm tellin you thats bullshit/ I'd rather be judged by twelve, then carried by 6/ Thats why I carry the full clip, hollow point tips, ready to do this
-Layzie Bone-
Everywhere I look, everywhere I turn, Niggas talkin bout death/ Like a nigga can't dream of nothin else, but a lil bit of wealth/ Tryin to help they self, and I really can't blame you, cause I do the same too/ Man do what you gotta do/ But what imma do is keep protectin my cheddar fool/ Aint none of yall niggas do it betta, ohhh/ And im ahead of you and yall hate it, only the real thugs keepin it raw/ Livin that street life, grippin that heat tight/ Nigga imma let it fool round and get war/ Niggas is plottin that 2-11, thats why I got heat for armageddon/ Picture Lay on his knees and i'm beggin, nigga betta shoot me and send me to heaven/ Fuck all the drama, imma just blast, hollow point tips off in that ass/ Tha slicka the nigga, thats pullin the trigga is the nigga thats standin up last/ Countin this cash, still doin this mash/ Blowin much weed as we watch you bleed/ Nigga got killed fo the love of the cheese/ Now you cant do shit cause your 6 feet deep/ Fuckin around with lay Is a game you shouldnt play/ Even myself i could die today/ I could lie, but hey it aint worth it, shit, aint none of us here to stay/ So nigga Imma hold my ground, and imma lace my boots/ So when its time to shoot, then thats it/ Screamin out Mo Thug in this bitch, Mo Mo Mo Thug in this bitch
-Layzie Bone-Chorus-
I'd rather be judged by twelve, then carried by 6/ Fuckin with the jury not no Paul Bearers, man I'm tellin you thats bullshit/ I'd rather be judged by twelve, then carried by 6/ Thats why I carry a full clip, hollow point tips, ready to do this/ I'd rather be judged by twelve, then carried by 6/ Fuckin with the jury not no Paul Bearers, man I'm tellin you thats bullshit/ I'd rather be judged by twelve, then carried by 6/ Thats why I carry a full clip, hollow point tips, ready to do this
-Layzie Bone-
I had a bad dream, that I see myself dyin' lookin for somebody that I couldn't find/ Is it really real? Or all in my mind? But I woke in a cold sweat, drippin crime/ Is it my time? As I step to the bathroom, wash my face and I look in the mirror/ Old man in the mirror, aww shit am I really seein shit this much more clearer?/ Or did I just fear the shit that I did in the past? Just threw my llell and whoop a lil ass/ Everyother day, nigga had to blast/ So as my past comin back to haunt me Oh no, I never did mean to sin/ And I got this funny feelin that its all comin to an end/ Off in the wind and I'm blendin in, cause if its my time than I got to go/ And I got my heat when I'm in the streets and (No) I'm keepin my heat when I'm at a show/ (So) Livin life to the fullest, growin up like bullets poppin out of pistols/ Nigga don't PH me, nigga don't make me make this motherfucker whistle, bet I won't miss ya/ Infrared hit ya, put a red beam between ya eye/ When ya fuckin with Mo!, ya die, even if I do some times
-Layzie Bone-Chorus-
I'd rather be judged by twelve, then carried by 6/ Fuckin with the jury not no Paul Bearers, man I'm tellin you thats bullshit/ I'd rather be judged by twelve, then carried by 6/ Thats why I empty the full clip, hollow point tips, ready to do this/ I'd rather be judged by twelve, then carried by 6/ Fuckin with the jury not no Paul Bearers, man I'm tellin you thats bullshit/ I'd rather be judged by twelve, then carried by 6/ Thats why I empty the full clip, hollow point tips, ready to do this
-Layzie Bone-Outro-
Buck you down with my twelve gauge eruption, murda murda bloody murda mo murda / Bone Organization we causin much destruction murda murda bloody murda mo murda murda.../ Ya whats happenin? (Whats happenin? Ya what the fucks happenin?) Whats happenin nigga? I'ma tell ya. First it was Creepin On Ah Come Up, Thuggish Ruggish Bone, ya know? Ya know what I'm sayin? Than it was East nineteen ninety nine you know what I'm sayin. And the Art of War you know what I'm sayin? Everbody wanna be soldiers now, fuck it yall niggas be everybody be a mothafuckin souljah we warriors niggas, we in the field and its over. (Yall mothafuckas know how it is, its been hard out in here in the mothafuckin field. You got alot of niggas out there claimin talkin that shit about Warriors, Souljahs, and all that shit. We been puttin it down before you can get to that level. Yall niggas gon' recognize bitch, fo real, nigga.)
