[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