Текст песни Jay-Z - People`s Court
Jay-Z - People`s Court слова песни
JiggaBiatchYeahFuck Judge WapnerIt`s JiggaYa heard?Y`all niggas in violation of Playa-Hatin CodeSection 1001[ VERSE 1 ]Yo, I gives a fuck if you traumed upDom Perrignon`ed upNiggas from where want what?One slip`ll get your cherry bombed upI got heavy armAnd my niggas Homicide and Deadly Calm in the cutB, test your dumb blonde luckFuck with the wrong oneShawn Gun, harm one, twoFuck y`all wan` do?Bastards, niggas know I blast quickAs if y`all had to ask - shitGet your ass twistIt`s the rap`s El Niсo, get your brain splittedAnd I don`t like pussy well enough to hang with itYou ain`t with it, same shit, theyCan`t fuck with the languaddageSoon as the slang`s spittedIf you came you get itPlain as a game with them thangs with itOn co-sign and the whole nineLeave you where I find yo ass - lost with no signsYou`re so wrongI`m the last nigga to roll onGot a vest on, went to FolsomWhen you guess wrong I`ma press oneMuthafucka[ CHORUS ]Fuck the judge, fuck the juryWhen you`re warin with meIt`s People`s Court, we hold court in the streetI gives a fuck about the D.A.When you see JayBetter crawl for your heatIt`s People`s Court, we hold court in the streetYa heard me?Fuck the judge, fuck the juryWhen you`re warin with meIt`s People`s Court, we hold court in the streetI gives a shit about the plaintiffNigga, dangerous, watch your langauge with meIt`s People`s Court, we hold court in the street[ VERSE 2 ]I give a shit if it`s small claims like stealin your bitchOr if it`s Supreme Court like stealin your bricksLook, my guns is all-range, more painIndifferential, whether you`re big money or small changeWhen I cock it - ball gameMy pistals never miss-trial, here`s the determentWith no chance of parole bullets comin concurrentI`m like "Why, nigga, try Jigga?" You must rememberIt`s like bein on trial for your life with a public defenderLet the jury fill the seats up and start the court calendar offWith docu number 9mmAll rise...The Honourable Jay-Z presidesInstead of a mallet I hold a toolAll objections over-ruledSay your opening arguments, hope you understand itTwo guns, right over left, that`s how I cross-examineLike Tom Cruise, popppin with the _Top Gun_ you loseJigga`s no lie, and y`all can`t handle the truth[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 3 ]No flow`s sicker, no cell can hold JiggaSince I dropped `Reasonable Doubt` no cocaine convictorsNo contest in a rhyme fest, I`m bestUnder oath raise my hand, and I spit it - honestKnow our facts for real `fore y`all decide to act illWhen you blow trial ain`t no comin back on the pillIt`s Murder One, bail set at a half a millIt`s Murder One, for you backwards muthafuckas: red-rumCommitt hate crimes, fake crimes, I hold in contemptYou get state time for fakin like you greater than HimSo cop a plea to lessen charges, pay your fine at the Desk SergeantSay you`re sorry, then - take your propertyI be sho` defended, flow splendid, no co-defendantWhile you niggas hold trial with no motions in itThree time felon, third album, lockin it down for the termOf `Lifetime`, Vol. 2, nigga, court is adjourned[ CHORUS ]