is crazy. The evidence before the court is Incontrivertable, there's no need for The jury to retire. In all my years of judging I have never heard before
'll face the hanging judge No reason to stall You might as well call the hanging judge The hanging judge, the hanging judge You might as well call the hanging judge
more proof that some of the problems Come from the motherfucking judgement Judge Judge You're like bastards Judge Judge You're like bastards Judge Judge Judge Judge
two is not Where's the limit and who's to judge But if you know Practice what you preach There's choices to be made Who's to judge Who's to judge
on your clothes I was trying to make you happy What am I supposed to say I didn't like her that much anyway She was screaming Here comes the Judge he
doing my parole Now, I'm on my way back down town Somebody help me, have mercy on my soul I go to court tomorrow morning And I got the same judge I had
Please please judge of hearts please don't let me lose Each time I played the game of love I get left with the blues I've tried oh how I've tried but
Just let me be the judge of what you've done and if I find You guilty I'd erase you from my heart and from my mind Talk is goin' over town that you my
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
I can't choose just one Dear judge can't you make them see That mom without daddy or dad without mommy Would only mean heartbreak to me [ steel ] Judge
Master p (mercedes) talking: Mercedes mercedes I'm home boo Look what I got for you baby (look get this up out of my face I told you I don't want anything
This for the motherfuckin' haters, ya heard me? Who always told me we was never gon' amount to shit I got somethin' for that ass, ya heard me? Fuck y'
style I don't talk too much but my homies buck wild Tattoos and gold teeth, you know I'm thuggin' I'm straight from the hood but that just means good lovin' Don't judge
It's like my adversaries plottin' on my death But I put my life in God's hands, you know I'm thugged out for life, I'm a ghetto nigga for life And oh,
Master P : 2000 remix ya heard me? Chorus : (Master P) The ice on my wrist shine like a light The ice on my wrist shine like a light I
*police siren* [master p as cop] Driver, slowly step out of the vehicle Passenger, keep your hands up high You don't have a right to remain silent Anything
Say, brah (Bitch you better come on in J.D, whassup? (Y'all niggaz done fucked up now) Where you at fool? Huh, I'm right here nigga (Y'all done let the
[Master P] Yo Los, take us to a commercial While we stop to get high y'all check out the Young Guns, ya heard me? Check this out.. If you have four