The Firm, Nature, Nas, AZ - Sosa Vs. The State lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
AZ [Anthony Cruz]
[The Firm, Nature, Nas, AZ - Sosa Vs. The State lyrics]
It's the last days, Revelations, Bibles
Last page i'm half dazed, hands in shackles
Locked like a slave my past plays put my
Co-defendant in his grave
Exchangin' shots with foul cops, I got grazed
Here to face the judge, catch flashbacks
Taste the blood hate the love
It's part of the life that makes a thug
Presidential fire
The same charges Gotti went through
It's mental, them open door trials sent you
White lights, cagey mics, wild press
I'm mild-dressed
All the Caucasians be on some foul sketch
I'm blessed and I never got
Bagged for gun possessions
So no connection, no cop-out, no confession
Caught in confusion
Leavin' the jury in illusion
No course for losin', got a ill lawyer
Black and Cuban state of the art vocal
Technician playin' his part
Displayin' his smarts
So the world can stay in the dark
Yo, Honor
It's my client that don't deserve the time
Which really got me disturbed is you
Never even heard him rhyme
Once you lock a man down, preserve his mind
Check his rap sheet
Misdemeanors and some tax fees
Stressed for a minute
Now he's back on his feet call him Sosa
Went his whole life with no stars
Law abidin', entrepreneur, carried gold cards
Father of 2 sons, double his loot
Mutual funds, known for rockin' suit's
Stayed fly since he was young
Harvard graduate
Bachelors degrees in Time Management
Now condemned on some savage shit
May we approach the bench? This
Court vibe is so intense
Knowin' the grain's the only
Thing they go against
It's careless whispers with no defense
They just wastin' time, weak links, yo
This case is mine
With all faith divine, say no more
Throw a Mason sign
The nerve of you, lyin' in court
We all heard of you bUGATCHI suit's
Your lawyer push a Porsche convertible
Acquitted 5 years ago for money launderin'
We onto him
Tap his phone line without warnin' him
Have a list of prior cases
Information leads us to more of
His kind in higher places
Arch enemies 'cause he start plenty beefs
Sosa shot up soldiers, lieutenants and chiefs
In the crime industry a capo
Started as a pickpocket, though
Later came riches and the privates, yo
Used to target corner stores and supermarkets
Mad warrants
Spent time as a youth up in Spofford
Juvenile detentions
By '89 he was sentenced once
Out of the year, he did 6 months
Give or take
Maybe longer 'cause he cut an inmate
Carry thin weight
Sosa verses the whole state
Last page i'm half dazed, hands in shackles
Locked like a slave my past plays put my
Co-defendant in his grave
Exchangin' shots with foul cops, I got grazed
Here to face the judge, catch flashbacks
Taste the blood hate the love
It's part of the life that makes a thug
Presidential fire
The same charges Gotti went through
It's mental, them open door trials sent you
White lights, cagey mics, wild press
I'm mild-dressed
All the Caucasians be on some foul sketch
I'm blessed and I never got
Bagged for gun possessions
So no connection, no cop-out, no confession
Caught in confusion
Leavin' the jury in illusion
No course for losin', got a ill lawyer
Black and Cuban state of the art vocal
Technician playin' his part
Displayin' his smarts
So the world can stay in the dark
Yo, Honor
It's my client that don't deserve the time
Which really got me disturbed is you
Never even heard him rhyme
Once you lock a man down, preserve his mind
Check his rap sheet
Misdemeanors and some tax fees
Stressed for a minute
Now he's back on his feet call him Sosa
Went his whole life with no stars
Law abidin', entrepreneur, carried gold cards
Father of 2 sons, double his loot
Mutual funds, known for rockin' suit's
Stayed fly since he was young
Harvard graduate
Bachelors degrees in Time Management
Now condemned on some savage shit
May we approach the bench? This
Court vibe is so intense
Knowin' the grain's the only
Thing they go against
It's careless whispers with no defense
They just wastin' time, weak links, yo
This case is mine
With all faith divine, say no more
Throw a Mason sign
The nerve of you, lyin' in court
We all heard of you bUGATCHI suit's
Your lawyer push a Porsche convertible
Acquitted 5 years ago for money launderin'
We onto him
Tap his phone line without warnin' him
Have a list of prior cases
Information leads us to more of
His kind in higher places
Arch enemies 'cause he start plenty beefs
Sosa shot up soldiers, lieutenants and chiefs
In the crime industry a capo
Started as a pickpocket, though
Later came riches and the privates, yo
Used to target corner stores and supermarkets
Mad warrants
Spent time as a youth up in Spofford
Juvenile detentions
By '89 he was sentenced once
Out of the year, he did 6 months
Give or take
Maybe longer 'cause he cut an inmate
Carry thin weight
Sosa verses the whole state