Dj Clue - People's Court lyrics

Yeah! Ah huh! Yo yo! I gives a f** if you traumed up Don Perignoned up, n***as from where Want what one slip and get ya cherry balmed up I got every arm and my n***as homicide And deadly come to ya gut B! Guess ya done blon luck f**ed wit the wrong one Shawn Gun harm one Two f** y'all won do ba*tards n***as know I blast quick As if y'all had to ask, sh** Get ya a** twist, it's the rap's El Nino Get ya brain splitted And I don't like p**y well enough To hang wit it, you ain't wit it Same sh**, it can't f** wit the lame witch 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 a** Lost wit no sign, y'all so wrong I'm the last n***a to roll on Got the vest on Wit the pose on When you guess wrong I'm a press on, motherf**er f** the judge, f** the jury When ya warring wit me, it's people's court We hold court in the street I gives a f** about the D.A. when ya see Jay Betta crawl for yo heat, it's people's court We hold court in the street, ya heard me f** the judge, f** the jury When ya warring wit me, it's people's court We hold court in the street I gives a sh** about ya play disc, n***a dangerous Watch ya language wit me, it's people's court We hold court in the street I gives a sh** if it's small claims Like stealing ya b**h 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 co*k it ball guage My pistols never miss trials Here's the dater rain wit no chance of parole Bullets coming concurrent I'm like why n***a, 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 And 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 cross exam Like Tom Cruise Poppin' wit the Top Gun, you lose Jigga no lie and y'all can't handle the truth f** the judge, f** the jury When ya warring wit me, it's people's court We hold court in the street I gives a f** about the D.A. when ya see Jay Betta crawl for yo heat, it's people's court We hold court in the street, ya heard me f** the judge, f** the jury When ya warring wit me, it's people's court We hold court in the street I gives a sh** about ya play disc, n***a dangerous Watch ya language wit me, it's people's court We hold court in the street 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 for real '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 motherf**er'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 n***as hold trial Wit no motions in it Three-time felon, third album Locking it down for the term Of Lifetime, Volume 2 n***a Court is adjourned