415 - Court in the Street lyrics

( *DJ Daryl cuts up* ) (Punk police) (they can't get none) [ D-Loc ] D-Loc's the name, I got a thang against police n***a, I'm straight from the streets f** a punk in a blue suit Wanna get em up, let's go, but I just might blast you In this game the rules is you lose Duck to the side but you still get choosed If I miss, sh**, you ain't save My homeboy Rich kicks up the backfire [ Richie Rich ] So on the first note I'm steppin off like this A brother only gets through life if he's serious Givin ain't sh**, but see, takin is a method Even if you use a weapon You see, the law ain't straight, so why follow it I'd rather have you give me some poison and say 'swallow it' But now f** that, I'm much sharper I eat and sh** too, but I'm much darker So on the strenght of my color I get pushed and hara**ed Taken to jail with no questions asked It's sort of like apartheid, there's no peace We're holdin court in the streets ( *DJ Daryl cuts up* ) (Punk police) (Better luck out s**ers) [ Richie Rich ] As a positive gangster with the motive to move on the Town Uzis greased, ski masks pulled down And when it's time to move I roll a bucket So if I k** up sh**, f** it I'm up outta there, it's time to hit me a fence Ditch my gat and get a room at the SixPence Shower and change to get up out of the black And then I'm back I'm in the streets again, I read a paper That says: At large A k**er with a helluva charge His name was Richie Rich His motive - to start sh** You got a gat and badge, I'm not duckin f** the Klans, the Kluin and the Kluckin You see, I know that sh**, I'm not a dummy And when they get me down to the station and try to run me I cold got a alias that will never ever fail You say that it does, then I will quickly post bail Then back to the streets to get my money on and pop Throw away the tickets and say 'f** the cops' Am I goin to court? Hell nah, you serious? Man, I'm gettin furious Cause the way things look we'll never have peace I'm holdin court in the street ( *DJ Daryl cuts up* ) (Punk police) [ D-Loc ] It ain't easy in this time and age See, those are rough days, locked away in a muthaf**in cage Never will they catch a young brother like me again I'm gonna run until eternity ends f** that, I'm not havin it It don't make sense cause it's just dumb bullsh** Be in court on a certain date and certain time? A n***a like me hits the borderline I ain't goin out like a s**er I strive too hard for mines, muthaf**a Think you can take what I built and break it down? Suprisize, you got a bullet in your crizzown Cause I ain't the one to be played Gettin paid is my prerogative You think not? Well, then think again Think about the sh** that I talk Because I don't take shorts I just dust a muthaf**a off Come up or run up on me But when you step to the Locster, don't come weak Be prepared for do or die, you lose your life Cause when you're f**in with Loc, it ain't nothin nice So to the punk police I'm sayin this: Drop the gat and let's get with it I ain't trippin, we can't have peace You wanna talk to me, let's hold court in the streets