Tell It to the Judge

[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