Jigga
Biatch
Yeah
Fuck Judge Wapner
It`s Jigga
Ya heard?
Y`all niggas in violation of Playa-Hatin Code
Section 1001
[ VERSE 1 ]
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 Niсo, 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
[ CHORUS ]
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
[ VERSE 2 ]
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 9mm
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
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 3 ]
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
