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Who Side Are You On?
Blu & Shafiq Husayn
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Uh, shit, Blu
If I had to choose
Since a kid, pop toy guns at police
'Cause they beat down Rodney King
Whole city so pissed, they let them mofos burn down roofs
The roofs, my roof, my roof was on fire
I hit the liquor store but the motherfucker burned
Burned, motherfucker burned
Moved out to Chino, couldn't wait to return
Mid-nineties, it was coke, lab ninety, it was on
Latin's overpopulated, next gang was born
I lost homies twelve killed at school just because of
Cuz was cuz and the guns left 'em cut up
I run from the memory, how did they remember me?
I was walkin' home and over fifty eses hit me up
Good thing I was with Todd Soto and the ese said
"Blu, it's cool, let it go, don't bang"
I'm a blind individual with little or no priv
Nothin' you can take from one with so much to give, die tryin'
It was either education or the iron
I was young with the hustle, wasn't old enough for hirin'
My intelligence higher than runnin' from shots fired at
Shootin' at mutual blocks to me wasn't inspirin'
Square nigga, ye nigga, really wanna be me, nigga
Where you from? I don't— dead at twenty-three, nigga
Bang or get changed, you can't do both
Most try, some die, few of mine came close
No choosin' when you already losin', bein' the chosen
Clouds floatin', silver linin', holdin' on to what's golden
Vanglorious, protected by the red, black and green
Me against the world and whatever comes in between
Controllin' my zone, soarin', I don't run in my dreams
We don't take losses, we just score more for the team
Look, if you talk it, better pull it
Y'all got it backwards, you tryna shoot guns at the bullet
Full of all that BS
We was on that three set, left where they BK
SKs had them bodies spinnin' like a DJ
Back then, I had my mind twisted in the twist
And came on all craft with the lick if you need weight
Wait up, these streets'll get you sprayed up
Any weekend or the weekday, can't have a weak day
This is where the strong survive, the hoo-ride
Most these coppers sharecroppers for the D.A
This is where the Jedi bring the Force to the free
Motherfuck the force, hold court in the street
Let the heat spray, just another day in the C.A. habitat
Let me break it down like the decay in flesh after rat-a-tat
Put 'em in the ground
Warn them suckers when they comin' to the town, it's the P.A.R.K
Yo, West Star Larc' for X connect
Next to none, step son, you will come correct
Whoever slept woke late and'll pull a cold sweat
Ten toes plant to the deck, holdin' Moët
Motor in my gold when it don't fold
Plenty Os like Cheerios
Milk the game when you pull like cereal
Never lactose
Keep the flamethrow, celebrity roast
Hood famous, you claim trippin'
Lit a blunt, got shot for the high kicked in
Just kick it in your hood and you good though
Ain't gotta say, lookin' at you like you should know
It's old news, cold tatted on the back of the homie
Trust God only to cover up the knife wounds morally
Hold it down to the rosary
How we born to be genetics in the family tree, bangin'
Uh, the hood specialize in gassin' niggas' propane
It's a cold game, old game
Peer pressure, get your wig split, you need some shit like Rogaine
Get hit up by someone that calls hisself no-brain
It's a no brainer to say that you don't bang
I just hustle, bust digits and sell cocaine
It's a no thang, the street life will eat you
Nice to meet you
Most gangs, they can form anything, new recruits are lethal
They take weirdos, autistics, Special Olympics
Pimps, misfits, stupids, high Qs and rich kids
Evolve 'em into henchmen, scheme pins
Conception, deadly intentions
And these are my daily inventions
The big homie got your back
Why don't you go to liquor store and buy me a pack?
Cold world, hurry up, mix some rounds and bring me a rack
The El Camino, triple gold, simple souls
Give the money to the girl with the dimples
Welcome to the temple, we don't eat with utensils
If you live in South Central, may God be with you
And give you guidance
Today you'll get a pass, tomorrow it's sirens
Yellow tape stressin' 'round the block of heaven's gate
There's violence, candlelight ceremonies
Knock you off your square, homie, life ain't fair, homie
Dots of fire, tears on center lines
Don't even stare, homie