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Crucial Conflict
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Tell It To The Judge
Lyricist:George Malone, Charles Patrick, James Patrick, John Ryanes, Warren Ryanes, Frank Smith
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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
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
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