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[Judge] Cold |
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Hard, Wild |
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Style, Kilo & |
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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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****** slanging and gang banging |
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And all that other type a *************t |
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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: Wild |
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Style 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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****** slanger, gang banger, |
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*************t, 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 |
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God 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 |
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BLOWS BARR |
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ED We was slanging them automatics |
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************* them *************s that tried to jack |
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Rags to riches told the ******** |
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Mother******** |
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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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************* it, I'm guilty |
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Suck my ************* judge |
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Verse 2: Cold |
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Hard Hey I'm sorry to become |
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What a mother******** became |
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It was the way that |
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I was raised |
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In this mother******g 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 ************* snapped |
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Had to keep my ******g rep |
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Making gosh darn *************s 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 *************t'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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************* what a mother******** 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 ************* |
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I grew up a lunatic |
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Had to have my snap so |
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I jack So |
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I roll wid a big ol' ass clik |
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Know how Wild |
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Style, Kilo, |
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Never Beat the system did it clever |
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All this *************t that we endured |
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Tryin' to tell it to the judge |
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Hook 2x: 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 |
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I could So |
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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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*************s try to play me bogus *************t |
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************* roll you know |
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I'm slick |
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Rolling wid a bogus clik |
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So ************* just kill that *************t |
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Ran up in the *************'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 ****** |
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And the ************* 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 ****** up |
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Could it be that |
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I had a grudge |
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Couldn't show him no ******g 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 |
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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 ************* sin |
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Robbing ******** 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 ************* |
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I broke my *************t 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 [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 |
