[Judge]
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Cold Hard, WildStyle, Kilo & Neverless
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You all are being charged with
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Kidnapping, aggravated assault,
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Armed robbery, money laundering,
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Dope slanging and gang banging
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And all that other type a shit
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That I can't believe
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Tell me, do you think you're guilty
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Verse 1: WildStyle
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Look here your honor
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My life was full of broken dreams
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I had to hustle on the corner
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Selling crack to the fiends
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Dope slanger, gang banger,
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Shit, had to be it
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Give the hoes a break up quick.
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A PIMP I was born to be
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The hoes was bringing me liquor
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And the fiends was calling me God
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My connection was the government
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They gave me the job
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I was slanging on the block
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Two for ten, after dark
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Pump blasted two springs dead
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All you heard was BLOWS BARRED
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We was slanging them automatics
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Fuck them niggas that tried to jack
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Rags to riches told the bitches
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Motherfucker I'm a maniac
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My case is a nowhere
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Cause my lawyer's got a grudge
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Fuck it, I'm guilty
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Suck my dick judge
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Verse 2: Cold Hard
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Hey I'm sorry to become
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What a motherfucker became
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It was the way that I was raised
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In this motherfucking game
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Try to tame myself
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But it wasn't no help
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Hell yeah a nigga snapped
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Had to keep my fucking rep
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Making gosh darn niggas step
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Always trying ta test me
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Cause I'm a big old shorty
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When I upped her thing
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It weren't no game
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Playing wid this shit's got me horny
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When I was just a little boy
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Played wid hoes instead of toys
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Fuck what a motherfucker say
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I'm going to drink my banging choice
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Cause I wasn't one a them ones bitch
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I grew up a lunatic
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Had to have my snap so I jack
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So I roll wid a big ol' ass clik
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Know how WildStyle, Kilo, Never
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Beat the system did it clever
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All this shit that we endured
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Tryin' to tell it to the judge
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Hook 2x:
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Coming up in this game
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Was a bogus generation
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Living life just to bang
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Just to slang's my occupation
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Tryin' to make it some way
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And it don't matter cause my attitude
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And visions the same
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So you can tell it to the judge dude
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Verse 3: Never
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Now as a young buck in the hood
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It was hard to get by hard to make it
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Had to make a way anyway I could
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So I had to take it
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And it drove me to a point
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That I had my mind on bustin'
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Caught up in the lifestyle of a thug
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Guess it was up in the blood
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Niggas try to play me bogus shit
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Nigga roll you know I'm slick
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Rolling wid a bogus clik
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So nigga just kill that shit
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Ran up in the nigga's crib
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Didn't think that he was gonna live
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Pull the trig, heard him scream
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But he didn't die cause he was a fiend
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Strung on dope
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And the nigga ran his mouth
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And now I'm locked up
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Looking up out the window
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Ain't no window
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And it's fucked up
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Could it be that I had a grudge
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Couldn't show him no fucking love
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Caught a case, face to face
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Had to tell it to the judge
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Verse 4: Kilo
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Yeah you caught me now
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But I already went to hell and back
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For my life as a gang banger
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Standing out in the cold
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And I can't slanga
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Never thought I'd live this long
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Went to sit in a room by myself
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Having thoughts of all the things
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That I've lost in the world
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Thinking I'm getting close to death
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But now I'm having flashbacks
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And I can't get no freedom
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Never had no pot to piss in
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Nobody to help me out, so a nigga sin
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Robbing bitches broke and dumb
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Couldn't read and write to one
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Gats you never trust
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Snatching chains from the back of the bus
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And it ain't no thing for me to pop a bitch
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I broke my shit to the left and killed
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Arms, legs, legs, arms, head
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Forgive me for my damn sin
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Now I'm facing double life
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But life ain't long enough punk
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Cause that's to the bodies in my trunk
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Now I got to face the judge
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Hook 2x
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[Judge]
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While I reach my verdict
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You're all being sentenced
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To life in prison
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With no obligation of parole
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Get 'em outta here guards
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Get 'em outta my face
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Tell It to the Judge
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Crucial Conflict |