Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tell It To The Judge, artist - Crucial Conflict
Date of issue: 31.12.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tell 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) |