People`s Court Lyrics

People`s Court lyrics

[Featuring Jay Z]
1st verse
Yeah! Ah huh!
Yo yo! I gives a fuck
if
you traumed up
Don Perignoned up
niggas from where
want what one
slip
and get ya cherry balmed up
I got every arm
and my niggas
homicide
and deadly come to ya gut B!
Guess ya done blon luck
fucked
wit the wrong one
Shawn Gun harm one
two fuck y'all won do
Bastards
niggas know I blast quick
as if y'all had to ask, shit,
get ya ass
twist
it's the rap's El Nino,
get ya brain splitted
and I don't like
pussy well enough,
to hang wit it, you ain't wit it
same shit-it
can't
fuck wit the lame wit-itch
soon as the slang spitted
if you came, you get
it
plain as the game,
wit the pens witted on cosine,
and the whole
nine
leave you where I find yo ass...
lost wit no sign,
y'all so
wrong
I'm the last nigga to roll on,
got the vest on
wit the pose
on
when you guess wrong
I'm a press on, motherfucker!
Chorus- Fuck the
Judge
Fuck the Jury
when ya warring wit me
It's peoples court
we
hold court in the street
I gives a fuck about the D.A.
when ya see
Jay
betta crawl for yo heat
it's peoples court
we hold court in the
street
Ya Heard Me!
Fuck the judge
Fuck the Jury
when ya warring
wit me
It's peoples court
we hold court in the street
I gives a shit
about ya play disc
nigga dangerous
watch ya language wit me
It's
peoples court
we hold court in the street.
2nd verse
I gives a shit if
it's small claims,
like stealing ya bitch
or if it's Supreme Court
like
stealing ya bricks
look, my guns is all range
more pain, end it ran
to
whether you big money or small change
when I cock it ball guage
my
pis-tals never miss trials
here;s the daterrain
wit no chance of
parole
bullets coming concurrent
I'm like why nigga
try Jigga
you
must remember
it's like being on trial for your life
wit a public
defender
let the jury fill the seats up
ans start the court calendar
off
wit jocket number nine-millimeter
all rise, the honorable Jay-Z
presides
instead of a mallet, I hold a tool
all upjections
overruled
stay deep in ya arguments
hope you understand it,
two guns,
right over left
that's how I crossexam
like Tom Cruise
poppin' wit the
Top Gun, you lose
Jigga no lie
and y'all can't handle the
truth!
Chorus
3rd verse
No flow sicker
No cell could hold
Jigga
since I drop these
tripled out, no coke kitchen victors
no
contest
in a rhyme fest
I'm best
under oath, raise my right
hand
and I spit it honest
know ya facts foreal
'fo ya decide to act
ill
when you blow trial
ain't no coming back on appeal
it's
murderone
bail set at, a half-a-mil
it's murderone
for you raples
motherfucker's
red done, commit hate crimes
fake rhymes, I hold in
contempt
you get state time
for faking like you greater than him
so
foulplay, thats ya charges
pay ya fine at the desk sergant
say sorry, and
take ya property
I be sure to bend it
flow splendid
no coke
defendant
while you niggas hold trial
wit no motions in it
three-time
felon
third album
locking it down for the term
of Lifetime, Volume 2
nigga,
court is ajourned!