Don't say sticks & stones they might break ya bones   but the 9mm it will blow ya dome   I'm talkin about the toe taggin, the body baggin   man niggas are dyin, mamas are cryin, casket buyin    Who, me dying? Leave my family crying?   Hell no, I cause 'em bloodbaths & showers   Send me commissary, muthafuck them flowers   thoughts of slaughter, of leaving my daughers   hours & hours of fears runnin through my mind   as I pickup the zig-nine   Beef starts with a shove then ends with the shovel   An' niggas standin' on ya corner reminiscing of you   but yo ass is out and you're dead & gone   So who'd ya rather be the murdered or the murderer?   Niggas got me stressed, I got my Tech & my vest    and I'm sayin Who Jah Bless, Let no man curse   or one of us will be here tonight in a hearse    One will be tried by 12 and fertilizing daisies    crying mamas & cousins & crying babies   due to the fact that death is a must   ashes to ashes & dust to dust   niggas gettin bust for in God we trust   so if you try to come into my town   to try ta slow the dough down, you must be casket bound   'Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6   Nigga, I sign my name in the book at ya funeral   The zigs on my hip with an extra clip   'Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6      Lodi Dodi, Saturday night and we like to party   But punks are fuckin' around so we might catch a body   Early Sunday morning don't really wanna hurt nobody   See what they tryin' ta get, I already got it   Chump muthafuckas just is skeemin' on my shit   But little do they know    I got the zig on my hip with an extra clip   An' I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6   Aw shit, murder commit   Then there goes another statistic runnin' through ballistic   The witness say I'm wicked but that's how I kick it   'Cause I'll be the bastard who blast & didn't get blasted   Boy kiss dem casket, I'll cutcha wig back kid   Now sucka look who died, body will be identified   Mama & Papa will cry    An' bitch ass man says he'll testify to see me tried   but here's I slide upon the same corner where you did   And I'm still facing the bid      'Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6   Nigga, I sign my name in the book at ya funeral   The zig's on my hip with an extra clip   'Cause I'd rather by tried by 12 than carried by 6