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People's Court
作词:Shawn Carter, Robert Kirkland, Alan Tew
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 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
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 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网
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
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