Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tell It To The Judge , by - Crucial ConflictRelease date: 31.12.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tell It To The Judge , by - Crucial ConflictTell It To The Judge |
| 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) |
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