Tell It To The Judge (Crucial Conflict)

[Judge] Cold Hard, WildStyle, Kilo & Neverless You all are being charged with Kidnapping, aggravated assault, Armed robbery, money laundering, Dope slanging and gang banging And all that other type a shit That I can't believe Tell me, do you think you're guilty Verse 1: WildStyle Look here your honor My life was full of broken dreams I had to hustle on the corner Selling crack to the fiends Dope slanger, gang banger, Shit, had to be it Give the hoes a break up quick. A PIMP I was born to be The hoes was bringing me liquor And the fiends was calling me God My connection was the government They gave me the job I was slanging on the block Two for ten, after dark Pump blasted two springs dead All you heard was BLOWS BARRED We was slanging them automatics Fuck them niggas that tried to jack Rags to riches told the bitches Motherfucker I'm a maniac My case is a nowhere Cause my lawyer's got a grudge Fuck it, I'm guilty Suck my dick judge Verse 2: Cold Hard Hey I'm sorry to become What a motherfucker became It was the way that I was raised In this motherfucking game Try to tame myself But it wasn't no help Hell yeah a nigga snapped Had to keep my fucking rep Making gosh darn niggas step Always trying ta test me Cause I'm a big old shorty When I upped her thing It weren't no game Playing wid this shit's got me horny When I was just a little boy Played wid hoes instead of toys Fuck what a motherfucker say I'm going to drink my banging choice Cause I wasn't one a them ones bitch I grew up a lunatic Had to have my snap so I jack So I roll wid a big ol' ass clik Know how WildStyle, Kilo, Never Beat the system did it clever All this shit that we endured Tryin' to tell it to the judge Hook 2x: Coming up in this game Was a bogus generation Living life just to bang Just to slang's my occupation Tryin' to make it some way And it don't matter cause my attitude And visions the same So you can tell it to the judge dude Verse 3: Never Now as a young buck in the hood It was hard to get by hard to make it Had to make a way anyway I could So I had to take it And it drove me to a point That I had my mind on bustin' Caught up in the lifestyle of a thug Guess it was up in the blood Niggas try to play me bogus shit Nigga roll you know I'm slick Rolling wid a bogus clik So nigga just kill that shit Ran up in the nigga's crib Didn't think that he was gonna live Pull the trig, heard him scream But he didn't die cause he was a fiend Strung on dope And the nigga ran his mouth And now I'm locked up Looking up out the window Ain't no window And it's fucked up Could it be that I had a grudge Couldn't show him no fucking love Caught a case, face to face Had to tell it to the judge Verse 4: Kilo Yeah you caught me now But I already went to hell and back For my life as a gang banger Standing out in the cold And I can't slanga Never thought I'd live this long Went to sit in a room by myself Having thoughts of all the things That I've lost in the world Thinking I'm getting close to death But now I'm having flashbacks And I can't get no freedom Never had no pot to piss in Nobody to help me out, so a nigga sin Robbing bitches broke and dumb Couldn't read and write to one Gats you never trust Snatching chains from the back of the bus And it ain't no thing for me to pop a bitch I broke my shit to the left and killed Arms, legs, legs, arms, head Forgive me for my damn sin Now I'm facing double life But life ain't long enough punk Cause that's to the bodies in my trunk Now I got to face the judge Hook 2x [Judge] While I reach my verdict You're all being sentenced To life in prison With no obligation of parole Get 'em outta here guards Get 'em outta my face