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, niggas 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 and ends with the shovel  And niggas 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?  Niggas got me stressed - I got my Tek and my vest  And I sing who Jah bless, let no man curse  Or one of us will leave here tonight in a hearse  For 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  Niggas 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    Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6  Nigga  I sign my name on 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    La-di-da-di  Saturday night and we like to party  The punks are fucking around so we might catch a body  Early Sunday morning, don't really wanna hurt nobody  So what they tryin to 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 dem casket  I cut your wig back kid  Sucker, look who died  Body will be identified  Momma and poppa will cry, bitch-ass man says he'll testify  To see me tried, but here's I slide (?)  Upon the same corner that you did  And I'm still facing a bid    Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6  Nigga  I sign my name at 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