People's Court Lyrics - Dj Clue

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 

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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 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 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 

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Fuck the judge, fuck the jury 

When ya warring wit me, it's people's 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 people's court 

We hold court in the street, ya heard me 

Fuck the judge, fuck the jury 

When ya warring wit me, it's people's court 

We hold court in the street 

I gives a shit about ya play disc, nigga dangerous 

Watch ya language wit me, it's people's court 

We hold court in the street 

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 pistols never miss trials 

Here's the dater rain 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 

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 

Fuck the judge, fuck the jury 

When ya warring wit me, it's people's 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 people's court 

We hold court in the street, ya heard me 

Fuck the judge, fuck the jury 

When ya warring wit me, it's people's court 

We hold court in the street 

I gives a shit about ya play disc, nigga 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 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 adjourned