Crucial Conflict - Tell It To The Judge lyrics

(Judge) Cold Hard, WildStyle, Kilo & Neverless You all are being charged with Kidnapping, aggravated a**ault, Armed robbery, money laundering, Dope slanging and gang banging And all that other type a sh** 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, sh**, 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 f** them n***as that tried to jack Rags to riches told the b**hes Motherf**er I'm a maniac My case is a nowhere Cause my lawyer's got a grudge f** it, I'm guilty s** my dick judge Verse 2: Cold Hard Hey I'm sorry to become What a motherf**er became It was the way that I was raised In this motherf**ing game Try to tame myself But it wasn't no help Hell yeah a n***a snapped Had to keep my f**ing rep Making gosh darn n***as 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 sh**'s got me horny When I was just a little boy Played wid hoes instead of toys f** what a motherf**er say I'm going to drink my banging choice Cause I wasn't one a them ones b**h I grew up a lunatic Had to have my snap so I jack So I roll wid a big ol' a** clik Know how WildStyle, Kilo, Never Beat the system did it clever All this sh** 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 n***as try to play me bogus sh** n***a roll you know I'm slick Rolling wid a bogus clik So n***a just k** that sh** Ran up in the n***a'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 n***a ran his mouth And now I'm locked up Looking up out the window Ain't no window And it's f**ed up Could it be that I had a grudge Couldn't show him no f**ing 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 d**h 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 n***a sin Robbing b**hes 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 b**h I broke my sh** to the left and k**ed 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