Tell It To The Judge - Crucial Conflict

Yo whats up y’all

Whats up man

I ain’t finna go down for no mother fucker

Got nothing to do with that

Aye man you know we gotta go to court tomorrow

I know man almost forgot about that shit myself

Thats why I ducked out

I dont wanna go to court, man

Man I don’t even wanna go man

They gone have to just lock me up

Man, FUCK THAT

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 of shit

I can’t believe

Tell me, «Do you think you’re guilty?»

Look here your honor

My life’s 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 ta test me

Cause I’m a big old shorty

When I upped that thing

It wasn’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 clique

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

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 clique

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

Cats you’d 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

Arm, leg, leg, 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

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 out my face

(laughter)