Court In The Street

( *DJ Daryl cuts up* )

(Punk police)

(they can't get none)

[ D-Loc ]

D-Loc's the name, I got a thang against police

Nigga, I'm straight from the streets

Fuck 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, shit, 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 shit, 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 fuck that, I'm much sharper

I eat and shit too, but I'm much darker

So on the strenght of my color I get pushed and harassed

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 suckers)

[ 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 kill up shit, fuck 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 killer with a helluva charge

His name was Richie Rich

His motive - to start shit

You got a gat and badge, I'm not duckin

Fuck the Klans, the Kluin and the Kluckin

You see, I know that shit, 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 'fuck 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 muthafuckin cage

Never will they catch a young brother like me again

I'm gonna run until eternity ends

Fuck that, I'm not havin it

It don't make sense cause it's just dumb bullshit

Be in court on a certain date and certain time?

A nigga like me hits the borderline

I ain't goin out like a sucker

I strive too hard for mines, muthafucka

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 shit that I talk

Because I don't take shorts I just dust a muthafucka 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 fuckin 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