Court Date Lyrics - Young Buck

True, I'm in the hood like you 

Same hunk of pains everyone go through 

I'm just gettin' it, do what I do 

I'm hated by many, and loved by few 

Naw, You don't even have a clue what kind of bills is due 

The boys in blue, niggaz try to kill me too 

So I hustle, I hustle, I hustle, You can' stop my hustle 

My bonds been paid, Bitch made niggaz get outa the way 

These Fuck boys thought I wasn't gettin' out today 

Okay, knock knock open up (pow pow) Woke em up, 

Woke him up, like motherfucker you done told him, What! 

DEA go a search warrant what I did? 

Roughed my bitch up, And put the cuffs on my kids 

Mayne, Everybody actin' like they didnt say nothin 

Ye, you like from your lyin', my court dates comin' 

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My court dates comin [x4] 

The Days gettin' shorter my nights gettin' longer 

Life is a bitch, But I love this hoe, so I'm on her 

My lawyer need money, or he say he aint commin' 

And I'm thinkin bout runnin', but they still got my woman 

If you aint did nothin, sittin in cell six, 

She aint ever seen nothin, so she couldn't tell shit 

Tryin to take my kids, they say the parents arent fit 

What they found aint no tellin what the parents might get 

But I tell em like this, I was sellin dem bricks 

Puttin mine through school, Fuck what I'm wearin' on my wrist 

Now my court date commin', of cours their Wonderin 

if I'm really goin to show up, for one till the roll up 

My brains sayin' hold up, my body sayin' go 

Get it over with, don't play with dem white folks 

So I hustle, I hustle, I hustle, You can' stop my hustle 

My court dates comin [x4] 

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In twenty-four hours, my dreams is devoured 

The DA hate me, and the judge is a coward 

My house payed for, my kids got allowance 

My mama all good, I got somethin' to be proud of 

so ima lay it down, do it on my own when I'm wrong 

Fuck my hoes, I'll get at em when I'm home 

Cause I hustle, I hustle, so fuck you, fuck you 

Never loved her, never did trust you 

Fuckin' up the pain, call a nigga name up 

Phone just rang, I answered you hang up 

The hallway full of spectators, 

Black and whit people reading over court papers 

My name gets called, I'm prepared for it all 

Nowhere to sit the court room to small 

I hear by law, I order you to come tomorrow 

My lawyer put it off, so that means that.. 

My court dates comin [x4]