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Jigga
bia*ch
Yeah
fk Judge Wapner
It's Jigga
Ya heard?
Y'all in violation of Playa-Hatin Code
Section 1001
VERSE 1
Yo, I gives a fk if you traumed up
Dom Perrignon'ed up
from where want what?
One slip'll get your cherry bombed up
I got heavy arm
And my Homicide and Deadly Calm in the cut
B, test your dumb blonde luck
fk with the wrong one
Shawn Gun, harm one, two
fk y'all wan' do?
b*stards, know I blast quick
As if y'all had to ask - s**t
Get your as* twist
It's the rap's El Ni, get your brain splitted
And I don't like p*ssy well enough to hang with it
You ain't with it, same s**t, they
Can't fk 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 as* - lost with no signs
You're so wrong
I'm the last nigg* to roll on
Got a vest on, went to Folsom
When you guess wrong I'ma press one
muth*fka
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fk the judge, fk the jury
When you're warin with me
It's People's Court, we hold court in the street
I gives a fk 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?
fk the judge, fk the jury
When you're warin with me
It's People's Court, we hold court in the street
I gives a s**t about the plaintiff
nigg*, dangerous, watch your langauge with me
It's People's Court, we hold court in the street
VERSE 2
I give a s**t if it's small claims like stealin your b*tch
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 c*ck it - ball game
My pistals never miss-trial, here's the determent
With no chance of parole bullets comin concurrent
I'm like "Why, nigg*, 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
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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 muth*fkas: 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 hold trial with no motions in it
Three time felon, third album, lockin it down for the term
Of 'Lifetime', Vol. 2, nigg*, court is adjourned
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