Tell It To The Judge Lyrics - Crucial Conflict

Cold Hard, WildStyle, Kilo and 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 

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 

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 to test me 

Cause I'm a big old shorty 

When I upped her thing 

It weren't no game 

Playing with this shit's got me horny 

When I was just a little boy 

Played with 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 with 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 

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 

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 

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 with 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 

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 

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 

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 

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