Piosenka numer trzy to podkoloryzowany opis rozprawy sądowej Latishy Jones. Ze względu na śmierć Barbeeshy - Latisha stara się w minimalny sposób okazać szacunek zmarłej byłej przyjaciółce i nie wspomina o niej w tekście. Przeprasza również za błędy przeszłości i obiecuje poprawę samemu Bogu. 

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[Intro: The Prosecutor]

Will the court please rise?

Judge Funk Doctor Spock residing

Your honor, Latisha Jones is a threat to society
She has shown a blatant disregard for the law
And has killed six fine law enforcement agents in the line of duty
For the vicious acts, she should be punished to the fullest extent of the law

 

[Verse 1: Latisha Jones]

Pardon me your honor, may I address the bench?

They tryna assassinate me like they did to Candy Minge

Excuse my persona

I may be hardcore but I'm not like Madonna

Ever since I killed 'em, I ain't been in trouble since

It wasn't my fault, I acted out of self-defense

She killed my best friend (Who's her?) I mean them

They was all dressed in blue and they want me dead too

They had real grenade bombs inside of their palms

And a whole bunch of guns wrapped tight in their arms

See them bastards woke me up when they broke my alarm

I was gettin my anus licked by this cat named Nolan

(Stop!) I heard three guns cocked, that's when Nolan dropped

They sent the bow and arrow right through his tank top

(Oh, she's lying!) Lying? Blood was gushing on the floor

Fingerprints all on the door, need I say more?

Pulled out the remote can and shot blows after blow, ploom!

Queen off her toes, they fell down like dominoes

I think it was the Matrix, I mean it was the Matrix

What was I to do? Sit back and just take this?

Yo, I'm tellin' you now If I lose this debate

Like in Dead Presidents I'm going out like Vante

See I ain't gon be stupid, I'ma take all y'all to the shift

I should be able to say what I want, what the fuck I plead the fifth?

 

[Verse 2: Lawyer]

Uh, with all due respect your honor

Excuse my client's temperament

Who has had social intelligence?

With so much innocence we have to implement

She was slightly out of place

But if you grant us a grain of your grace

I'll assure you it's only stress due to the severity of the case

Imagine for a minute, yourself in the same shoes

The same sense of survival and the same nothing to lose

Your children, your lovely wife, I mean look at her

The only thing she's guilty of is having no choice in the matter

 

[Chorus: Latisha Jones]

Lord I cry (I cry) from the things I've seen (that I've seen)

And Lord I cry (I cry) from the things I've seen (ooh)

If you only knew (only knew) the things that I've been through

(Oh yeah) you'd know why (you'd know why-y-y)

You'd know why I cry, I cry, I cry

(Order! Order! Order!

Order! Order! Order!)

 

[Verse 3: Lawyer]

Order in the courts, I'm examining her thoughts

And the notes on why you started slaughtering the fort

The men dressed in blue, they were undercover cops

Hungry to see another black motherfucker shot

They ran up in your spot and no one gave the orders

Even Nolan was tapped with a mic and a tape recorder

(He was in on it too!)

Yeah

(I guess I should've known)

Yeah

(Objection your honor)

Yo objection overruled

I know the news they tried to pay the grand jury

To give you life sentence with parole up in thirty

Now that's dirty, surveillance and you debate

And SGR, that clique ain't scared to move

So they took precautions

Grenades from all force and

Professional marksman with four fours of war hymn

But you stopped, dropped, rolled and duck

Shot back other bitches would've folded up

Now that's my kind of bitch

I know I'm the judge

But I love that bitch

And I'm coming with her

Creme of crop, and me, I'ma hold her down

Resign with A-K's so we blowing the trial

Look it's a setup

Yo, Tish come on

(I'm right behind you, baby)

Yo, Tish, come on

(I'm right here with you man)

 

 

 

[Outro: Latisha Jones]

Lord I cry, I cry

From the things that I've seen

That I've seen…