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Fool with the Compton life (it's likewise) |
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What would you expect and we both checkin' knots |
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Buckin' shots, the Eastside's no joke |
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So take a breatha if you neither a G or a loc |
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And you can catch me in traffic |
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Dippin' on gold ones under short skirts like a catholic |
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But some of y'all need to grow up |
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Settrippin' when I pass by sayin' (What them niggaz throw up?) |
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When they know where I'm from I confuse em |
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(Don't play don't remember uh.. here, Muslim!) |
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Everyday so I say don't get it twisted |
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I'm talkin' bout yo cap ol' chap if you missed it |
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But we only want peace |
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The real question is who down to make war with these beefs |
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Then which side should I ride on |
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Don't blast give ya brotha a pass say Aight go on |
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But be careful who ya hit up |
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Tryna get a rep or get that young ass lit up |
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So get up n stand up fo' this black thang |
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And yall brothers who gangbang, try to keep tha peace |
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[CHORUS:] |
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[Snoop "Doggy Dogg World"] Put yo gun away run away cuz I'm back (why) |
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Hit'em up, git'em up, spit'em up (now) |
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[Kam] Stop the killing in the West and the East |
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[Kam "Peace Treaty"] For the sake of all tha homies that's resting in peace! |
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[Snoop "Doggy Dogg World"] Put yo gun away run away cuz I'm back (why) |
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Hit'em up, git'em up, spit'em up (now) |
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[Kam] Stop the killing from the West to the East |
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[Kam "Peace Treaty"] For the sake of all tha homies that's resting in peace! |
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[verse 2: Kam] |
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Yeah I know you wanna be a hog |
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And love doin' dirt just you and your roaddog |
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On a hooride you glide, throwin' up ya sign |
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This is Eastside BGs dumpin' with the nine |
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On ya own kind fo' a strike, but let'em be white |
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Then you pass by the ass wipe |
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Last night one time came thru the hood bustin' |
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Find both, devils I ain't trustin' |
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Us in the getto got it bad already |
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But always wanna go to war over somethin' petty |
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Steady puttin' work in on another Asiatic |
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Assemble automatic, causin' crazy static |
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Among brothers of the same flesh n bone |
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Just say the wrong word and it's on |
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A family feud, but this ain't no game show |
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We just both got tricked by the same ho |
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Oh but now you ain't down for no mission |
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On a crooked cop or a prejudice politician |
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Who you know can't stand yo' guts |
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So stay home til you grow some nuts |
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And just keep tha peace |
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[CHORUS] |
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[verse 3: Kam] |
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Now they say it's on with the essays, right |
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But I know Chicano pride |
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So let's raise better days in jail so I'm quiet |
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Tryin' not to get stuck in a race riot |
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I came by it when I hear "That's the enemy!" |
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Cuz I'm knowin' down deep they're some kin to me |
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Still I gots to defend mine |
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Between love & hate it's a thin line |
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So I take it witta grain of soul |
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Cuz I'n really not knowin' who to blame of folk |
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For this tension I mention the skunk |
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Got crews cavy, the blue-white punk |
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Playin' both sides against each other |
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Now that's the real mutha |
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You gotta join on to your own and question is can we |
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Keep it all in the family |
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Stop lettin' outside people in your circle |
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And take away everything that you work for |
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Show love to yourself if you're willing |
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To stop the killer, we could stop the killing |
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And you can keep the peace |
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[CHORUS x2] |
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"I know you got little guns... |
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Again the foolest thing you got in your pocket you need to be ashamed of |
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But I'm saying to you that with all your weapons, you're only hurting yourself |
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Why young people are dying in the streets of America |
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By the hundreds and by the thousands |
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It ain't white people killing us |
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It's us killing one another" |
