People's Court (feat. Jay-Z) Lyrics

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 homicideAnd deadly come to ya gut B!
Guess ya done blon luck
Fucked wit the wrong one
Shawn Gun harm oneTwo 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 NinoGet 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 witchSoon as the slang spitted
If you came, you get it
Plain as the game
Wit the pens witted on cosineAnd 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 onGot the vest on
Wit the pose on
When you guess wrong
I'm a press on, motherfuckerFuck the judge, fuck the jury
When ya warring wit me, it's people's court
We hold court in the street
I gives a fuck about the D.A. when ya see JayBetta crawl for yo heat, it's people's court
We hold court in the street, ya heard me
Fuck the judge, fuck the jury
When ya warring wit me, it's people's courtWe hold court in the street
I gives a shit about ya play disc, nigga dangerous
Watch ya language wit me, it's people's court
We hold court in the streetI gives a shit if it's small claims
Like stealing ya bitch
Or if it's Supreme Court
Like stealing ya bricksLook, my guns is all range
More pain, end it ran to
Whether you big money or small change
When I cock it ball guageMy pistols never miss trials
Here's the dater rain wit no chance of parole
Bullets coming concurrent
I'm like why nigga, try JiggaYou must remember
It's like being on trial for your life
Wit a public defender
Let the jury fill the seats upAnd start the court calendar off
Wit jocket number nine-millimeter
All rise, the honorable Jay-Z presides
Instead of a mallet, I hold a toolAll upjections overruled
Stay deep in ya arguments
Hope you understand it
Two guns, right over leftThat's how I cross exam
Like Tom Cruise
Poppin' wit the Top Gun, you lose
Jigga no lie and y'all can't handle the truthFuck the judge, fuck the jury
When ya warring wit me, it's people's court
We hold court in the street
I gives a fuck about the D.A. when ya see JayBetta crawl for yo heat, it's people's court
We hold court in the street, ya heard me
Fuck the judge, fuck the jury
When ya warring wit me, it's people's courtWe hold court in the street
I gives a shit about ya play disc, nigga dangerous
Watch ya language wit me, it's people's court
We hold court in the streetNo flow sicker
No cell could hold Jigga
Since I drop these
Tripled out, no coke kitchen victorsNo contest in a rhyme fest
I'm best under oath
Raise my right hand
And I spit it honestKnow ya facts for real
'Fo ya decide to act ill
When you blow trial
Ain't no coming back on appealIt's murderone
Bail set at, a half-a-mil
It's murderone
For you raples motherfucker'sRed done, commit hate crimes
Fake rhymes, I hold in contempt
You get state time
For faking like you greater than himSo foulplay, thats ya charges
Pay ya fine at the desk sergant
Say sorry, and take ya property
I be sure to bend itFlow splendid
No coke defendant
While you niggas hold trial
Wit no motions in itThree-time felon, third album
Locking it down for the term
Of Lifetime, Volume 2 nigga
Court is adjourned
Songwriters
CARTER, SHAWN / KIRKLAND, ROBERT / TEW, ALAN STANLEYPublished by
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