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Juelz Santana

"People's Court"

[Intro]
Jigga, Vol. 2 b*tch
Yeah
f*ck Judge Wapner, it's Jigga
Ya heard?
Y'all n*ggas in violation of the "Player Hating Code"
Session 1001

[Verse 1]
Yo, I gives a f*ck if you traum'd up
Dom Perrignon'ed up
n*ggas from where want what?
One slip'll get your cherry bombed up
I got heavy arm
And my n*ggas Homicide and Deadly Calm in the cut
B, test your dumb blonde luck
f*ck with the wrong one
Shawn gun, harm one, two, f*ck y'all wan' do?
bast*rds, n*ggas know I blast quick
As if y'all had to ask, sh*t, get your ass twist
It's the rap's El Niño, get your brain splitted
And I don't like pus*y well enough to hang with it
You ain't with it, same sh*tted
They can't f*ck 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 sign
You're so wrong
I'm the last n*gga to roll on
Got a vest on, went to Folsom
When you guess wrong I'ma press one
Motherf*cker

[Hook]
f*ck the judge, f*ck the jury, when you're warring with me
It's People's Court, we hold court in the street
I gives a f*ck 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?
f*ck the judge, f*ck the jury, when you're warring with me
It's People's Court, we hold court in the street
I gives a sh*t about the plaintiff
n*gga, dangerous, watch your language with me
It's People's Court, we hold court in the street

[Verse 2]
I give a sh*t if it's small claims like stealing your b*tch
Or if it's Supreme Court like stealing your bricks
Look, my guns is all-range, more pain
Indifferent to whether you're big money or small change
When I c*ck it, ball game
My pistals never miss-trial, here's the determent
With no chance of parole, bullets coming concurrent
I'm like "Why, n*gga? Try Jigga" You must remember
It's like being on trial for your life with a public defender
Let the jury fill the seats up, and start the court calendar off
With docket number 9mm
All rise
The Honourable Jay-Z presides
Instead of a mallet I hold a tool
All objections over-ruled
Save your opening arguments, hope you understanding
Two guns, right over left, that's how I cross-examine
Like Tom Cruise, popping with the Top Gun, you lose
Jigga's no lie, and y'all can't handle the truth

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
No flow's sicker, no cell can hold Jigga
Since I dropped Reasonable Doubt no coke can convict us
No contest in a rhyme fest, I'm best
Under oath raise my right hand, and I spit it honest
Know your facts for real, 'fore y'all decide to act ill
When you blow trial ain't no coming back on the pill
It's Murder One, bail set at a, half a mill
It's Murder One, for you backwards motherf*ckers: red-rum
Commit hate crimes, fake rhymes I hold in contempt
You get state time for faking 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 n*ggas hold trial with no motions in it
Three time felon, third album, locking it down for the term
Of Lifetime, Vol. 2, n*gga, court is adjourned

[Hook]

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