The Final Tic
Crucial Conflict lyrics
Crucial Conflict lyrics
"Tell It to the Judge Lyrics"
The Way of the World Lyrics
You don't look good or be nice too You gotta watch you say and do You keep your hands in your pockets - Close the door, did you lock it - Yeah, all you sharks out there You better be careful where you step Don't say you come to the right things 'Cause I've been here before If it gets too hot, don't drop it That's just the way of the world If you gets those stuff jump on it That's you know the way of the world Get to know the way of the world You see it everywhere these days Some kind of modern ice age And if you think that you got it And I don't know what you think It starts like it's a new thing But everytime
You don't look good or be nice too You gotta watch you say and do You keep your hands in your pockets - Close the door, did you lock it - Yeah, all you sharks out there You better be careful where you step Don't say you come to the right things 'Cause I've been here before If it gets too hot, don't drop it That's just the way of the world If you gets those stuff jump on it That's you know the way of the world Get to know the way of the world You see it everywhere these days Some kind of modern ice age And if you think that you got it And I don't know what you think It starts like it's a new thing But everytime
[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
Je Ne Crois Pas Lyrics
Je ne crois pas Je ne crois pas Je ne crois pas ? la bonne aventure Je ne crois pas aux lignes de la main Je ne crois pas qu?on m?dise mon futur Mon destin on verra demain Oh mon ch?ri je ne sais pas ? quoi je crois Et si tu as la r?ponse pour moi Tu peux m?appeler ? Mademoiselle je ne sais pas ? Le ronron de mon chat c?est ma seule foi. Je ne crois pas Je ne crois pas Je ne crois pas que l?Amour coup de foudre Rime avec Amour toujours Je ne crois pas aux amoureux de F?vrier Valentin ne se voit jamais. Oh mon ch?ri je ne sais pas ? quoi je crois Et si tu as la r?ponse
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
Cledus Went Down To Florida Lyrics
Parody of The Devil Went Down To Georgia by Charlie Daniels Band (J. CrainC. DanielsW.HaywardJ. Marshall) Cabin Fever Music (BMI). New lyrics by Cledus T. Judd and Chris Clark, La-Po Music (BMI)Chris Clark Publishing Designee. Cledus went down to Florida, he was lookin' for a car to steal He was in a bind, ten payments behind, so the bank repo'd his wheels When he came across this old man down at Jalopy's Used Car Lot Then Cledus jumped up on the top of one and said,
some wayParody of The Devil Went Down To Georgia by Charlie Daniels Band (J. CrainC. DanielsW.HaywardJ. Marshall) Cabin Fever Music (BMI). New lyrics by Cledus T. Judd and Chris Clark, La-Po Music (BMI)Chris Clark Publishing Designee. Cledus went down to Florida, he was lookin' for a car to steal He was in a bind, ten payments behind, so the bank repo'd his wheels When he came across this old man down at Jalopy's Used Car Lot Then Cledus jumped up on the top of one and said,
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 alrea
Tro Hopp Och rlek Lyrics
Hon brinner av lngtan, hon glder av hopp hon vill ha det nu fast hennes kropp sger stopp hon vill knna det i sig, hon vill knna dess rus hon vill knna sig fri och bara leva just nu Men det frstr kropp och sjl det frndrar hennes personlighet hon r inte den hon brukade va hon var alltid s vacker, s krleksfull och s glad men aldrig mer Tnk att det kan bli shr hon hade kanske inget annat val hon r inte den hon brukade va hon var alltid s vacker, s krleksfull och s glad men aldrig mer AV TRO, HOPP OCH KRLEK FINNS INGENTING KVAR Hon sitter i sin sng, kanylen smeker hennes hud hon trycker den i s
dy went to hell and backHon brinner av lngtan, hon glder av hopp hon vill ha det nu fast hennes kropp sger stopp hon vill knna det i sig, hon vill knna dess rus hon vill knna sig fri och bara leva just nu Men det frstr kropp och sjl det frndrar hennes personlighet hon r inte den hon brukade va hon var alltid s vacker, s krleksfull och s glad men aldrig mer Tnk att det kan bli shr hon hade kanske inget annat val hon r inte den hon brukade va hon var alltid s vacker, s krleksfull och s glad men aldrig mer AV TRO, HOPP OCH KRLEK FINNS INGENTING KVAR Hon sitter i sin sng, kanylen smeker hennes hud hon trycker den i s
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