Time Is Money

Order in the court! The courtroom asks Carlos Coy to step up to the witness stand Do you swear to tell the truth, nothing but the truth, so help you God? Yeah (Three, two, one) I'll begin when I started gettin' violent, sir Screwin' in my mutherfuckin' silencer I grabbed my 'stol, and then I felt the coldness People stood around as I told this Ferocious confession of relentless aggression I was taught, to shoot first and then ask questions I sold rocks, I was raised with no pops My four glocks, twistin' hoes like door knobs Bitch offered me the pussy, so I took it They call me a crook, 'cause that's short for crooked Stayin' high as hell, and drunk as fuck You ain't down with the Mex, you can sic my duck I mean duck my sick, I mean suck my dick Don't laugh bitch, you know what the fuck I meant And if I ever come back to the free world I'ma take my baby girl out to sea world Time is money Time obviously isn't on your side Time is running Can you tell the jury exactly what happened on the night of December second? My word is gold, now check, how the murder's told Bring me back fourteen and my birth is sold Learn the code, then meet me at the service road Now you all understand what this person know Servin' coke, seemed like my purpose So, I was the perfect mold of gangsta you've been searchin' for But on a further note this cat tryin' to burn my dope But since the day that mama gave birth to Los I heard them hoes, forever be first to smoke Tryin' to jack a Jacker, what's the purpose Loc? Mercy no, 'cause he smiles and ain't heard the joke Now he's in his blood, tryin' to write a cursive note I snatch his chokers' throat, he looked like he turned to chrome That boy got a date with dirt, in the earth below With the worms, that hoe left on an early note I seen him run the red light, and I heard she broke Time is money Time obviously isn't on your side Time is running Do you have any last words before I give you your sentence? I spent a lot of time away from family and friends The first song I wrote, was a song called, "Revenge" Ever since then, my weapon was a pen But I still kept a strap for those devilish men Sucka better ducka from the buck, buck, bucka! Do a fly by and shoot your aunt and your uncle Does anybody understand the life of the trill? Pigs and snitches get along 'cause they squeal Time is money Time obviously isn't on your side Time is running But there is no way here you could run from time Time is money Time obviously isn't on your side Time is running But there is no way here you could run from time Three, two, one Time is money South Park Mexican, what the fuck? I just knew you'd be back