Don't say sticks & stones they might break ya bonesnbut the 9mm it will blow ya domenI'm talkin about the toe taggin, the body bagginnman niggas are dyin, mamas are cryin, casket buyin nWho, me dying? Leave my family crying?nHell no, I cause 'em bloodbaths & showersnSend me commissary, muthafuck them flowersnthoughts of slaughter, of leaving my daughersnhours & hours of fears runnin through my mindnas I pickup the zig-ninenBeef starts with a shove then ends with the shovelnAn' niggas standin' on ya corner reminiscing of younbut yo ass is out and you're dead & gonenSo who'd ya rather be the murdered or the murderer?nNiggas got me stressed, I got my Tech & my vest nand I'm sayin Who Jah Bless, Let no man cursenor one of us will be here tonight in a hearse nOne will be tried by 12 and fertilizing daisies ncrying mamas & cousins & crying babiesndue to the fact that death is a mustnashes to ashes & dust to dustnniggas gettin bust for in God we trustnso if you try to come into my townnto try ta slow the dough down, you must be casket boundn'Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6nNigga, I sign my name in the book at ya funeralnThe zigs on my hip with an extra clipn'Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6nnLodi Dodi, Saturday night and we like to partynBut punks are fuckin' around so we might catch a bodynEarly Sunday morning don't really wanna hurt nobodynSee what they tryin' ta get, I already got itnChump muthafuckas just is skeemin' on my shitnBut little do they know nI got the zig on my hip with an extra clipnAn' I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6nAw shit, murder commitnThen there goes another statistic runnin' through ballisticnThe witness say I'm wicked but that's how I kick itn'Cause I'll be the bastard who blast & didn't get blastednBoy kiss dem casket, I'll cutcha wig back kidnNow sucka look who died, body will be identifiednMama & Papa will cry nAn' bitch ass man says he'll testify to see me triednbut here's I slide upon the same corner where you didnAnd I'm still facing the bidnn'Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6nNigga, I sign my name in the book at ya funeralnThe zig's on my hip with an extra clipn'Cause I'd rather by tried by 12 than carried by 6