Trial Time Karaoke - The Last Mr. Bigg

This title is a cover of Trial Time as made famous by The Last Mr. Bigg
From They Cloned Tyrone movie soundtrack

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Same as the original tempo: 80.037 BPM

In the same key as the original: E♭m

The song begins a cappella

Duration: 05:33 - Preview at: 02:04

EXPLICIT LYRICS

Release date: 2000
Genres: Rap & Hip-Hop, In English
Original songwriter: Donald Maurice Ii Pears

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Lyrics Trial Time

Hey get the camera out my goddman face man

Fuck all the motherfuckin' police man

Y'all bitches ain't got shit on me bro

I'll make y'all motherfuckers kill me nigga

It's all about the motherfuckin'

KVD nigga

It's a goddman homicide now

Fuck y'all motherfuckin' bitches

Kiss my ass

I started sellin' dope back in nineteen eighty-six

I bought a Cadillac and put them thangs on that bitch

The brains blowed out with the white leather seats

Fienders screamin' for that butter 'cos that other shit is weak

I was only seventeen had the neighborhood hooked

Had 'em stealin' out they crib 'cos my crack taste like ribs

I'm up in the mornin' with the rest of these rookies

You out here sellin' them dimes

Bitch I'm out here sellin' them cookies

I'm flyin' out of town gettin' them thangs for twelve-five

Four hundred for an ounce and six-fifty when it's dry

Pyrex dishes in the motherfuckin' kitchen

Word around town

Mr. Bigg got them chickens

That nigga bought a house for his ma by the lake and gave his grandma set of keys to the safe

Them jealous ass niggas and them hoes started hatin'

To see my lil' sister drive a Benz to graduation

I'm trippin' on that Hennessey and smokin' on them buds

I still got love for them niggas sellin' them dubs

I remember when I used to do the 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 ho

And my ho go everywhere I go

Which one of you fake ass niggas wanna harm me

I said you better bring the Navy 'cos I'm finna bring the Army

Get your twelve white folks and take that shit to trial bitch

Y'all motherfuckers talkin' about givin' me twenty motherfuckin' years

I got four motherfuckin' lawyers standin' 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 motherfuckin' court room

So motherfuck you

Fuck the judge

Fuck the D.A. and fuck all you weak ass niggas

I gotta make a plan 'cos 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 lil' sister mouth

They know about the Benz and the black Pathfinder

They know about the vacation trip

I took to China

They know about the ho

I was fuckin' 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 tryin' to get me caught

These niggas keep holdin' they nuts on me

Dickie suits and bullet proofs and steel toes

No fake ass niggas

Only some real hoes

I pack my shit 'cos it's time for me to go

I'm gettin' tired of 'em kickin' in my ma door

And even though they don't find shit they talk shit

Askin' questions sayin'

How the fuck you bought this shit

And how the fuck you don't work but drive different cars

We got you on the interstate in a Jaguar

Where that dope and them motherfuckin' guns at

We'll let you go if you tell us where your son at

Shit I don't know nothin'

Light it up and type it up

And tell the D.A. Get ready 'cos we gon' strike it up

Hello

Alright mama

I'll holla at you

I'm down in New Orleans with 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 motherfuckin' babies they don't even know I'm gone

Lent my mama twenty thousand for my babies and the bill money

I'm in the attic smokin' weed 'cos I think this shit is still funny

Make 'em kill me or turn myself in

Shit

I'm facin' life in the goddamn pen

Tha D.A. wanna see a nigga fry

Bringin' niggas back from the pen to testify

Yeah I bought some guns from him

Yeah he sold me some dope

Niggas tellin' 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 indicted

You told on yourself then you told on me

You might've heard of me but you ain't never bought no bird from me

Pussy ass niggas got this game fucked up

Tellin' on niggas just to get they time cut

A SKS with a magnifyin' scope

If you wanna fuck with me bitch you better get them white folks

Yeah motherfucker

You bitches thought you could hold a nigga like me down baby

But I can't motherfuckin' be stopped

It's gonna take a lot more motherfuckin' white folk to take a nigga like me down

Bitch I'm ridin' with the KVD

Down the Bay

Birdville

And my motherfuckin' niggas off at work baby

All you hoes and all you niggas better take that shit to motherfuckin' trial

I say All you hoes and all you niggas better take this shit to motherfuckin' trial

All you hoes and all you niggas better take this shit to motherfuckin' trial

Take this shit to trial bitch

Take this shit to trial

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