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Greg Street: Trial Time (feat. Mr. Bigg) 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)



Dialingringing



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)