People's Court

DJ Clue

[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



trip