| Yeah, State vs. Kirk Jones, Judge Battle now residing
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| Got a case of armed robbery that ended up in violence
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| Maximum sentence, life in jail’s what you’re facin'
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| Prosecution set it with your opening statement
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| Your honor, before we get started
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| I’d like to give my condolences to the family of the dearly departed
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| Tyrone survived by his mother Barbara
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| His two year old daughter T’yanna
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| And the baby’s mamma Sandra
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| He’s a murderer!
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| That animal killed my baby’s father!
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| Order in the court!
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| I’m sorry for the outburst, your honor
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| I have an original copy of the police report
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| January the 4th the day that Kirk Jones got caught
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| The forensic report states there was a gun in the car
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| And gunpowder residue on Mr. Jones' right arm
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| Baliff, could you, please, pass this report to Judge Battle?
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| Mr. Fitzpatrick, there’s a few questions I’d like to ask you
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| You said you was outside the store in Manhattan
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| So could you, please, tell this court, what you saw happened
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| Yeah, he killed Tyrone, I saw everything
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| The argument, how son drawed, hose and everything
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| The worst shit I saw in my life, I wanna testify
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| I swear before God it was Kirk Jones, no lie
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| Did you see that man in court today?
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| Do you think that you could point him out?
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| Yes, that’s him right there!
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| Are you sure?
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| Yeah, without a doubt
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| Same nigga that took my Pumas, but I ain’t hold no grudge
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| Remembered his foul ass when I saw the blood
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| You stated you had a run in with Kirk Jones before
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| In your opinion is he the type that would rob a jewelry store?
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| Your honor, objection! |
| His opinion should be stricken from the record!
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| Objection sustained, prosecution next question
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| I’d like to call my next eyewitness Mr. Paul Dejour
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| Paul, could tell us what happened inside the store?
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| Yeah, it was about 20 past, I saw the S class
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| Pull up in the reflection in the mirror in the store glass
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| And quicker, that you could say «Nigga, kiss my ass»
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| He hopped out of the passenger side wit a black ski mask
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| I saw somebody run up in the store and order us on the floor
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| Yo, I swore I was a goner for sure
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| He tried to snatch Tyrone’s bracelet
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| It just appraised to the twenty grand and Tyrone wouldn’t let him take it
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| Is that the moment when he shot him?
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| Yeah, man, that’s when he popped him
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| I was so scared I laid there, played possum
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| He started to blast this way, ‘til the gat was empty
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| He took the gun handle and broke the glass display
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| He emptied all of the trays and ran out the store
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| And I watched Tyrone bleed to death on the floor
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| I can’t remember no more, that’s all that I saw, ha-ha
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| Okay-okay, calm down
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| I have no further questions, your honor
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| Court is now in session, now gettin' back to business
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| Pat Haley for defense, please, call your first witness
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| Yeah, aight, your honor, I call up Henry Lace
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| He’s the witness that I’m cross examinin' for the case
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| Yeah, I testify, your honor, it was death by dishonor
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| It was a crime committed, I swear to you I know who did it
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| It happened so fast, I didn’t see alot of it
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| But I know for a fact he stuck a gun to his esophagus
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| Wait-wait-wait, objection, your honor, his statement’s preposterous
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| There was no weapons found, no sign of no hostages
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| Remember, Mr. Henry Lace, you under oath
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| You lyin in the stand to get him fryin' in the pan
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| Yeah, I know
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| Now, where was you the night you claim he shot Tyrone?
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| I was right there
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| You and holmes had beef before Kirk got home
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| Was you mad because he came home bangin' your chick?
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| Got your boys out the hood, now they slangin' and shit
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| What you talkin' ‘bout?
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| I know, you mad, that’s why you in court, turnin' on him
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| Kirk cold blooded killer wit no burner on him
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| Come on, you don’t believe he murdered Tyrone
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| I believe you wasn’t there, you just heard it by phone
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| Man, you crazy, man, I was right there
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| No, he wasn’t! |
| He’s lyin'! |
| Fuck you, you liar!
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| Yeah, right, where you witness at? |
| I read your rap sheet
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| Man, fuck that, he’s lyin,' he wasn’t even there, man!
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| Calm down, calm down, chill, chill, Kirk, Kirk
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| He killed Tyrone, man! |
| Fuck that!
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| No, I didn’t! |
| Man, he’s lyin,' man! |
| He’s lyin'! |
| Order in the court, now I’m warning you defense
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| Tell your client take it down, matter fact ‘proach the bench
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| Counsel in my chambers, so that we can situate
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| Let the jury be excused, so they can go deliberate
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| Yo, man, Mr. Haley, what kind of defense is this man?
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| What you doin,' man? |
| She gon' fuckin' hang me, man?
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| No! |
| Sh-she's got it in for me, I’m tellin' you, man!
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| You promised you’d get me off, man!
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| In the case of the State vs. Kirk Jones you heard it
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| Both sides testified and the jury reached a verdict:
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| Guilty all counts from theft to murder one
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| By the time you gettin' out, you gon' have a grandson
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| Huh? |
| Wha-wha-what? |
| Guilty?! |
| Fuck you, bitch, I’ll see you in hell, bitch!
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| Fuck that! |
| Fuck that! |
| Fuck, get off me!
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| What?! |
| Get him out of my courtroom!
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| Fuck you, Pat Haley! |
| Fuck the judge! |
| Fuck everybody!
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| Baliff, baliff, remove him from my courtroom
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| Fuck this shit! |
| I hope you all burn in hell! |
| You’re gonna die, bitch! |
| Fuck you!
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| You will spend the rest of your life in jail for this! |
| You will be held for
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| contempt of court, and anything else I can find that… |
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