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 Ni¸o, 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

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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

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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 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

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