Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song People's Court , by - Jay-Z. Release date: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
People's Court |
| Jigga |
| Biatch |
| Yeah |
| Fuck Judge Wapner |
| It’s Jigga |
| Ya heard? |
| Y’all niggas in violation of Playa-Hatin Code |
| Section 1001 |
| Yo, I gives a fuck if you traumed up Dom Perrignon’ed up Niggas from where want what? |
| One slip’ll get your cherry bombed up I got heavy arm |
| And my niggas Homicide and Deadly Calm in the cut |
| B, test your dumb blonde luck |
| Fuck with the wrong one |
| Shawn Gun, harm one, two |
| Fuck y’all wan’do? |
| Bastards, niggas know I blast quick |
| As if y’all had to ask — shit |
| Get your ass twist |
| It’s the rap’s El Nio, get your brain splitted |
| And I don’t like pussy well enough to hang with it You ain’t with it, same shit, they |
| Can’t fuck 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 signs |
| You’re so wrong |
| I’m the last nigga to roll on Got a vest on, went to Folsom |
| When you guess wrong I’ma press one |
| Muthafucka |
| Fuck the judge, fuck the jury |
| When you’re warin with me It’s People’s Court, we hold court in the street |
| I gives a fuck 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? |
| Fuck the judge, fuck the jury |
| When you’re warin with me It’s People’s Court, we hold court in the street |
| I gives a shit about the plaintiff |
| Nigga, dangerous, watch your langauge with me It’s People’s Court, we hold court in the street |
| I give a shit if it’s small claims like stealin your bitch |
| Or if it’s Supreme Court like stealin your bricks |
| Look, my guns is all-range, more pain |
| Indifferential, whether you’re big money or small change |
| When I cock it — ball game |
| My pistals never miss-trial, here’s the determent |
| With no chance of parole bullets comin concurrent |
| I’m like Why, nigga, try Jigga? |
| You must remember |
| It’s like bein on trial for your life with a public defender |
| Let the jury fill the seats up and start the court calendar off |
| With docu number 9 mm |
| All rise… |
| The Honourable Jay-Z presides |
| Instead of a mallet I hold a tool |
| All objections over-ruled |
| Say your opening arguments, hope you understand it Two guns, right over left, that’s how I cross-examine |
| Like Tom Cruise, popppin with the _Top Gun_ you lose |
| Jigga’s no lie, and y’all can’t handle the truth |
| No flow’s sicker, no cell can hold Jigga |
| Since I dropped 'Reasonable Doubt’no cocaine convictors |
| No contest in a rhyme fest, I’m best |
| Under oath raise my hand, and I spit it — honest |
| Know our facts for real 'fore y’all decide to act ill |
| When you blow trial ain’t no comin back on the pill |
| It’s Murder One, bail set at a half a mill |
| It’s Murder One, for you backwards muthafuckas: red-rum |
| Committ hate crimes, fake crimes, I hold in contempt |
| You get state time for fakin 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 niggas hold trial with no motions in it Three time felon, third album, lockin it down for the term |
| Of 'Lifetime', Vol. |
| 2, nigga, court is adjourned |