[Inspectah Deck]
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I represent myself and my own defense
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Innocent by reason of no evidence
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Plus they're tryin' pick the punishment the judge insists
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My fingerprints were traced back to six gun clips
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Cop witness, who try and testify on my click
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He on the payroll that's why I got my prior dismissed
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This is framework, somehow they got ahold of my flick
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The night in question, I was restin' home with my chick
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Then the spot was blown, cops rushed in, shots were blown
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I jetted out the lab with socks and boxers on
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Undercover chased me down for three weeks
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He ceased to interrogate like I might speak
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But no, I won't tell ya who I work for
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And no, I won't tell ya who the work's for
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You can hit me with the book, brick, hammer and all
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I dig a tunnel or just scale the jailhouse wall
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Your honor..
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[Chorus: unknown reggae artist]
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True me ???
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Dem a see me push weight and dem claim dem see me, dem try frame me
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But me nah snitch, they try and test me me bust my clip
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Me on de blunts all de time and de gyal dem a wine
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True dem Rebel I and I, we bust down de sign
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Try frame me but nah me nah snitch
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They try test me me bust my clip
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[Kool G. Rap]
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They got me framed, locked and chained
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Cuz some lame on the block was slain
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Cops came but I ain't pop a flame
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Hear me ya honor? I ain't dropped a thing
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I was cuffed, they told me that somebody dropped my name
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And the time they tryin' to match me with is not the same
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I was knocked from 8:00 to the time the shot went rang
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When I woke up, I smoked up and watched the game
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Then I laid up with my bitch and got rocked with brain
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Release me from this Elymer Fudd shit, the glove don't fit
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Too tall for the cop description and slugs don't fit
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He was hit with a nine right? I bust slugs with a fifth
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You got any of my D.N.A. or blood up in this bitch?
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I'm not the guy aligned to fall, this not my crime at all
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You lock me up, I'm climbin' the wall
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You want me scapegoat, so stay close, alliance will call
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With some grimy niggas schemin' on the shines in the hall
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Fuck that, you and the D.A. spit-shine our balls
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You can catch up with me some other time, from mines to yours
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[Chorus]
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[Killa Sin]
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Come on a plea bargain for what, your honor?
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Nah yo I ain't do shit, the only thing I'm coppin' is a new whip
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The night it happened I was lampin' at a deuce flick with two chicks
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Kim and Chris, we guzzle Cris' on some Rush Hour 2 shit
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I knew the kid, yeah we had problems, yeah I robbed him
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Now it's '98 though and the handgun was a revolver
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You tryin' to play me on an old case but I hold no weight
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Turned myself in, I skated on them keystone jakes
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Right description, right Killa, wrong case, I didn't hit him
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Here's the verdict, not guilty, not tryin' to see a prison
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Got my life on the line, you wanna grind me through ya system
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And have my family and my wiz cryin', I miss 'em
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You buggin', you the same judge that framed K with the drugs
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Somebody came up dead and now you wanna blame us?
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This shit is too much, aiyo before you screw us
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I'll grab the bailiff's gun and light this whole room up {*gunshot*}
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Framed
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Inspectah Deck |