People`s Court lyrics

Artist  : Dj Clue 
Song : People`s Court



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[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!