Crucial Conflict - Tell It To The Judge Lyrics
[Judge]Cold Hard, WildStyle, Kilo & NeverlessYou all are being charged withKidnapping, aggravated assault,Armed robbery, money laundering,Dope slanging and gang bangingAnd all that other type a shitThat I can't believeTell me, do you think you're guiltyVerse 1: WildStyleLook here your honorMy life was full of broken dreamsI had to hustle on the cornerSelling crack to the fiendsDope slanger, gang banger,Shit, had to be itGive the hoes a break up quick.A PIMP I was born to beThe hoes was bringing me liquorAnd the fiends was calling me GodMy connection was the governmentThey gave me the jobI was slanging on the blockTwo for ten, after darkPump blasted two springs deadAll you heard was BLOWS BARREDWe was slanging them automatics***** them niggas that tried to jackRags to riches told the *****esMother*****er I'm a maniacMy case is a nowhereCause my lawyer's got a grudge***** it, I'm guiltySuck my dick judgeVerse 2: Cold HardHey I'm sorry to becomeWhat a mother*****er becameIt was the way that I was raisedIn this mother*****ing gameTry to tame myselfBut it wasn't no helpHell yeah a nigga snappedHad to keep my *****ing repMaking gosh darn niggas stepAlways trying ta test meCause I'm a big old shortyWhen I upped her thingIt weren't no gamePlaying wid this shit's got me hornyWhen I was just a little boyPlayed wid hoes instead of toys***** what a mother*****er sayI'm going to drink my banging choiceCause I wasn't one a them ones *****I grew up a lunaticHad to have my snap so I jackSo I roll wid a big ol' ass clikKnow how WildStyle, Kilo, NeverBeat the system did it cleverAll this shit that we enduredTryin' to tell it to the judgeHook 2x:Coming up in this gameWas a bogus generationLiving life just to bangJust to slang's my occupationTryin' to make it some wayAnd it don't matter cause my attitudeAnd visions the sameSo you can tell it to the judge dudeVerse 3: NeverNow as a young buck in the hoodIt was hard to get by hard to make itHad to make a way anyway I couldSo I had to take itAnd it drove me to a pointThat I had my mind on bustin'Caught up in the lifestyle of a thugGuess it was up in the bloodNiggas try to play me bogus shitNigga roll you know I'm slickRolling wid a bogus clikSo nigga just kill that shitRan up in the nigga's cribDidn't think that he was gonna livePull the trig, heard him screamBut he didn't die cause he was a fiendStrung on dopeAnd the nigga ran his mouthAnd now I'm locked upLooking up out the windowAin't no windowAnd it's *****ed upCould it be that I had a grudgeCouldn't show him no *****ing loveCaught a case, face to faceHad to tell it to the judgeVerse 4: KiloYeah you caught me nowBut I already went to hell and backFor my life as a gang bangerStanding out in the coldAnd I can't slangaNever thought I'd live this longWent to sit in a room by myselfHaving thoughts of all the thingsThat I've lost in the worldThinking I'm getting close to deathBut now I'm having flashbacksAnd I can't get no freedomNever had no pot to piss inNobody to help me out, so a nigga sinRobbing *****es broke and dumbCouldn't read and write to oneGats you never trustSnatching chains from the back of the busAnd it ain't no thing for me to pop a *****I broke my shit to the left and killedArms, legs, legs, arms, headForgive me for my damn sinNow I'm facing double lifeBut life ain't long enough punkCause that's to the bodies in my trunkNow I got to face the judgeHook 2x[Judge]While I reach my verdictYou're all being sentencedTo life in prisonWith no obligation of paroleGet 'em outta here guardsGet 'em outta my face
