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People's court

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

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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