[Verse 1]
Don't say sticks and stones, they might break your bones
But the nine millimeter, it'll bore your dome
I'm talkin' about the toe-taggin', huh, the body-baggin'
Man, n***as are dyin', huh, mommas are cryin
Casket buyin', who, me dyin', leave my family cryin'?
Hell no, I cause, um, bloodbaths and showers
Send me commissary, motherfuck them flowers
Thoughts of slaughter, of leaving my daughters
Hours and hours of fears running through my mind
As I pick up the Zig 9
Beef starts with the shove then ends with the shovel
And n***as standing on your corner reminiscing of you
But your ass is out and you're dead and gone
So who'd you rather be? The murdered, or the murderer?
N***as got me stressed, I grab my TEC and my vest
And I sing who Jah bless, let no man curse
Or one of us will leave here tonight in a hearse
When we'll be tried by 12 and fertilizing daisies
Crying mommas and cousins and crying babies
Due to the fact that death is a must
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
N***as getting bust for in God we trust
So if you're comin' to my town and try to slow the dough down
You must be casket-bound
[Hook]
'Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6
N***a, I sign my name in the book at your funeral
The Zig's on my hip with an extra clip
'Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6

[Verse 2]
La-di-da-di, Saturday night and we like to party
But punks are fucking around so we might catch a body
Early Sunday morning, don't really wanna hurt nobody
Say, what they tryna get? I already got it
Chump motherfuckers just a-schemin' on my shit
But little do they know I got the Zig on my hip with an extra clip
And I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6
Aw shit, murder commit
And 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 blasts and didn't get blasted
Boy kiss 'em casket, I peel your wig back, kid
Now sucker, look who died, body will be identified
Momma and poppa will cry, your bitch-ass man says he'll testify
To see me tried, but his ass lied
Upon the same corner where you did
And I'm still facing a bid

[Hook]
'Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6
N***a, I sign my name in the book at your funeral
The Zig's on my hip with an extra clip
'Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6
[Outro]
To my man Phillip Phoenix, rest in peace
And my n***a Shakim, rest in peace
And my man Dillion, rest in peace