No Peace
Murder Squad ft. Ice-T
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Every time I cut on my TV
One of my black brothers have been smoked
And they say it's a truce
Huh, they don't want no peace
Hanging on the back streets, chilling with the OG's
S.C. to the grave and it's on for the O-Z's
Young brothers wanna run up, better put your guns up
Liable to get your punk ass done up
Cartel ain't tripping, rides never slipping
When all the B.G.'s start ripping
Where you from fool, it's the same gang
Buck buck from the nines, everyday it's the same thing
Raised up on the South Central blocks
No P-E-A-C-E (pow) from another Glock
As I move from the M-U-R-D-E-R squad
Freeze up, G's up (why), gangstas living hard
Young Rod don't slow down, the old fashioned ho down
Roll D's and move keys, so why should I stop now
Right now I'm on top and don't wanna fall
No peace on my streets so that makes it hard
I keep my Glock Glock cocked, as I bail down your block block
Seventeen shots (move out) 187 drop
Death Row full on the solo, khakis on yayo
Where you from (how) South Central
Trizip the wizip cause I
Beast slide as we ride the Westside you die
No peace as I come, run punk, it's a smoke
G's rule the street (really though) I'm a loc
As I Crip to a Blood and a Blood to a Crip
Get your ass straight ripped by the squad
If you set trip, fool
I been way down for a long time, long crime
Long ends, long cash, you talking about mine kid
You did a bid and you came home cock-D
You twenty three baby boy, you talking bout OG, huh
I'm thirty four, I use gats to score
Gag and tying hoes in the backs of jewelry stores
G-rides, I'm talking about two, thought you knew
One to work and one to ride home to the crew
But nowadays brothers wanna flip, set trip
It ain't even Bloods, it's straight Crips killing Crips
Loc jail ain't never gonna cease
Cause I gets my peace, like shooting from the back seat
When I'm in my ride I'm coming out to come and fade you chumps
Powerlord's packing fifty rounds for you little punks
When it's on, you'll hear my crew coming through
Won't be in red or a brother that's ragging blue
Cause I just flex and break necks
Cause my set's all Mexican so don't forget
They don't want no peace or a brother
The brothers in the streets don't want no peace
They don't want no peace or a brother
The brothers in the streets don't want no peace
Smoking a bomb the bomb, I treat my kind trying not to be a felon
Trying to keep my cool like a OG but fools yelling
Oh what should I do
Cause it's a buster in the crowd talking bad about my whole crew
I'm ready to do a walk by at my own show
On these fools in the audience cause they don't know
How to act and enjoy they self
So let the pigs come along and destroy they self
Smobbed down the block I gotta carry a nine
Cause niggas don't want no peace, they wanna jack for mine
But I'm a G like the song
So I take a gangsta hit from the bomb and parlay
They don't want no peace so I'm a pack a piece
Rolling way deep in the cut on the back streets
Smobbing with my homies, everybody strapped
Cause it's always a fool trying to peel your cap
Up in Oakland they ain't really tripping on the blue or the red
Just get caught slipping, catch two to the head
They don't want peace man, they want funk
So let it jump young punk, you can pop the trunk
And let freedom ring like it should be
Twenty years in the pen is all good G
Now what I'm saying is you don't have to fade your brothers
Be a G and stop going out like suckers
It's that nigga they call B-O to the double dollar sign
They don't want no peace, F'ing G
Only problem mine's a nine millimeter
Then again I be packing all sorts of clips
Roll up and shoot you off your own front porch and trip
It's unfortunate, dig it, the rules of survival
Loc up and smoke him for that, sucker gets to be a rival
The psychopathic boss, get my kill on, beef is still on
And what I think is that you picked
The wrong ass chick for a peace song
Get up out and dodge if you step into the Murder Squad
For the nine squad, bring it on, face to face it
Before I tap out, I'm leaving a shout out to the organization
Yo, P-E-A-C-E, some kid done did slid
Down a razorblade and landed in a alcohol river
Now that ass is in trouble, I double eye with a trigga
Clicks as thick as a brick, it's a new day and a new way
So mother motherfucker what the news say
The lesser rising brothers got no kind of thang
Forget burning our hoods, our hoods are burning fucking banks
And stolen tanks, while rolling dank that thing that stank
Looking to rank, huh huh, you think we ain't
This is a killer Cali rally in the East Coast connection
Invasion taking over this nation
This stolen country had better get real
Before our kids start practicing drive-bys on big wheels
The brothers in the streets don't want no peace
They don't want no peace or a brother
The brothers in the streets don't want no peace
They don't want no peace, they don't want no peace