People's Court

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 I'll

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, that's 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!