[Verse 1: Prodeje]
Hanging on the back streets chillin' with the O.G's
S.C to the grave and it's on for the O.Z
Young brothers wanna run up, better put ya guns up
Might just get ya punk a** gunned up
Cartel ain't trippin', guys never slippin', when all the B.G's start liftin'
Where ya from fool it's the same gang
Buck buck from the Nines everyday it's the same thang
[Verse 2:]
Raised up on the South Central blocks
No P.E.A.C.E from another Glock
As I move from the M.U.R.D-er Squad
Freeze up G's up, gangstas livin' hard
Young Prod don't slow down
The old fashioned hold down
Roadies and moonkies 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
[Verse 3:]
I keep my Glock co*ked, as I bail down yo' block
Seventeen shots, 187 dropped d**h row fool on the solo
Khakis on yayo, where you from, Hav? South Central
Trizip the rizip 'cuz I
G-slide as rewind the westside you die
No peace
As I clump, run punk, it's a smoke
G'z rule the street I'm a loc
As a Crip to a Blood and a Blood to a Crip
Get yo' a** straight ripped by the squad you set trip
[Verse 4: Ice-T]
I've been weighed down for a long time
Long crime, long ends, long cash, you talking 'bout mine
Kid, you did a bid and you came home co*k deep
You 23 baby, boy you're talking bout O.G
I'm 34 I used Gats to score
Gag and tying hoe's in the backs of j**ellery stores
G-ride i'm talking 'bout 2 thugs you knew
1 to rock and 1 to ride to the crew
But now they both wanna flip the sentric
It ain't even Bloods, it's straight Crips k**ing Crips
[Verse 5: Lord Jel]
Lord Jel ain't never gonna cease
'Cuz I get my peace like shooting from the back seat
When I'm in my ride I'm coming out to get ya jumps
Power lords packin' 50 rounds for you little punks
When it's on you hear my crew coming through
Won't be in red no a brother that's wearing blue
'Cuz I just flex and break necks
'Cuz my sets all Mexican so don't forget
[Chorus:]
They don't want no peace for a brother
The brothers in the streets don't want no peace
They don't want no peace for a brother
The brothers in the streets don't want no peace
[Verse 6:Spice 1]
Smokin' up on a bong, I did my time tryin' not to be a felon
Tryna keep my crew like an O.G, but fools yellin'
Oh what should I do?
'Cuz it's a buster in the crowd talkin' bad 'bout my whole crew
I'm ready to do a walk-by at my own show
All these fools in the audience 'cuz they don't know
How to act and enjoy they'self
So let them pigs come along and destroy the set
Smokin' them rocks I gotta carry a Nine
'Cuz n***as that want no peace wanna jack for mine
So I'm a G like this song
So I take a Gangster hit from the bong
And parlay
[Verse 7:Ant Banks]
They don't want no peace so I'ma pack a piece
Rollin' way deep in the cut on the back streets
Mobbin' with my homies, everybody's strapped
'Cuz there's always a fool tryna peel ya cap
But in Oakland they ain't really tripping on the Blue or the Red
Just get caught slippin' catch two to the head
They don't want peace man they want funk
So let it jump, young punk, we gon' pop the trunk
And let freedom reign like it should be
20 years in the pen, it's all good G
Now what I'm sayin' is you don't have to fade ya brother
Just be a G, stop goin' out, like it s**s
[Verse 8: Boss]
[__] B-O to the double Dollar Sign
They don't want no peace at the G, only dollar minds
A 9mm, but then again I'll be packin' all sorts of clips
Roll up and shoot ya on your own front porch and trip
It's unfortunate to hit the rules of survival
Look at the smokin' for that s**er gets to be a rival
The psycho pa**ing rocks, get my k** on, beef is still on
And what I think is that you picked the wrong a** chick for a Peace song
Given by the [____] step into the Murder Squad [__]
I'm leavin' a shout out to the organisation
[Verse 9: Treach] *Unfinished*
Yo P.E.A.C.E some kid gone did slipped down a razor blade
And landed in an alcohol river
Now that a** is a trouble I sell a lie with a trigger
Cliches to [__] new day and new way
Some other motherf**er with the new say
The lesser rising brothers got no kinda thang
Forget running our hoods our hoods are running f**ing banks
It's stolen tanks, part rolling think that thing that stank
Looking away, you think we ain't
This is a k**er cali rally in the east coast connection invasion taking over this nation
This stolen country had better get real before our kids [__]
And do drive-by's in big wheels