People's Court Songtext

Jigga Biatch Yeah Fuck Judge Wapner It's Jigga Ya heard? Y'all niggas in violation of Playa-Hatin Code Section 1001 [VERSE 1] Yo, I gives a fuck if you traumed up Dom Perrignon'ed up Niggas from where want what? One slip'll get your cherry bombed up I got heavy arm And my niggas Homicide and Deadly Calm in the cut B, test your dumb blonde luck Fuck with the wrong one Shawn Gun, harm one, two Fuck y'all wan' do? Bastards, niggas know I blast quick As if y'all had to ask - shit Get your ass twist It's the rap's El Ni¸o, get your brain splitted And I don't like pussy well enough to hang with it You ain't with it, same shit, they Can't fuck with the languaddage Soon as the slang's spitted If you came you get it Plain as a game with them thangs with it On co-sign and the whole nine Leave you where I find yo ass - lost with no signs You're so wrong I'm the last nigga to roll on Got a vest on, went to Folsom When you guess wrong I'ma press one Muthafucka [CHORUS] Fuck the judge, fuck the jury When you're warin with me It's People's Court, we hold court in the street I gives a fuck about the D.A. When you see Jay Better crawl for your heat It's People's Court, we hold court in the street Ya heard me? Fuck the judge, fuck the jury When you're warin with me It's People's Court, we hold court in the street I gives a shit about the plaintiff Nigga, dangerous, watch your langauge with me It's People's Court, we hold court in the street [VERSE 2] I give a shit if it's small claims like stealin your bitch Or if it's Supreme Court like stealin your bricks Look, my guns is all-range, more pain Indifferential, whether you're big money or small change When I cock it - ball game My pistals never miss-trial, here's the determent With no chance of parole bullets comin concurrent I'm like "Why, nigga, try Jigga?" You must remember It's like bein on trial for your life with a public defender Let the jury fill the seats up and start the court calendar off With docu number 9mm All rise... The Honourable Jay-Z presides Instead of a mallet I hold a tool All objections over-ruled Say your opening arguments, hope you understand it Two guns, right over left, that's how I cross-examine Like Tom Cruise, popppin with the _Top Gun_ you lose Jigga's no lie, and y'all can't handle the truth [CHORUS] [VERSE 3] No flow's sicker, no cell can hold Jigga Since I dropped 'Reasonable Doubt' no cocaine convictors No contest in a rhyme fest, I'm best Under oath raise my hand, and I spit it - honest Know our facts for real 'fore y'all decide to act ill When you blow trial ain't no comin back on the pill It's Murder One, bail set at a half a mill It's Murder One, for you backwards muthafuckas: red-rum Committ hate crimes, fake crimes, I hold in contempt You get state time for fakin like you greater than Him So cop a plea to lessen charges, pay your fine at the Desk Sergeant Say you're sorry, then - take your property I be sho' defended, flow splendid, no co-defendant While you niggas hold trial with no motions in it Three time felon, third album, lockin it down for the term Of 'Lifetime', Vol. 2, nigga, court is adjourned [CHORUS]