Doug E. Fresh - One Four Love (Pt. 1) lyrics

[Intro - Talib Kweli] Yo, you sent out the signal right? And this is what happened The voice of Hip Hop got heard Never compromised This is how we put it down, c'mon! [Verse 1 - Kool G Rap] Throughout my thug life, I've seen the most trife Like toast lightin' over the role of dice Flash your whole life when k**ers on a heist Sold them tight, get poltergeisted over the bowl of Christ Who pulled the slice from cats aiming gats at shoulder height Told you, right? G be the one that come and hold the mic And aim it at the whole vice squad that's out patrolling nights Rollin' like every prototype *n***a* was Dolomite One man be cold as ice. Inside his gun hand, he holds for life [Verse 2 - Rah Digga] This for those who pose in they grave Waitin' for they peace when the law misbehave I say we fall deep, watch 'em walk the beat Like, "You can't cross streets"—make 'em all retreat (Now) Judges and the jury be a little too acquainted Ending up defendants when we 'sposed to be the plaintiffs Laugh now cause soon the thrill stops When heads get it on and start to k** cops [Verse 3 - Sporty Thievz] I'm sober, they pulled me over What I do, yo? (what we do, yo?) Po-po go, "I'm drivin' too slow" (cool, yo) Eyes tourin' them, explorin' them (damn) Four of 'em—that's why I'm ignorin' them (uh-oh) Think quick, brain like King Skip Before they bring this to some Rodney King *sh*** (Forget them fools) Naw, make no sudden moves They reachin' for they tools (let's move) You buggin', dubes Kirk, you ran the stop? (nah) Word, them pigs frontin' (uh) Yo, tell like you tell 'em cousin—we ain't did nothin' All they see is three blacks in a jeep with seats back Lookin' for G-packs, how the blood dog can eat that They thirstin' for a reason to blast, you can't peep that Gats and a badge to match—you can't beat that, so bounce 'em [Hook 1 - Mos Def] My people unite and let's all get down We gotta have what? Love, peace, and understandin' One god, One love, One light One aim, One voice, One fight [Hook 2 - Mos Def] My people unite, hop up, and do it right We gotta have what? Love, peace, and understandin' One god, One love, One light One aim, One voice, One fight My people unite, hop up, and do it right Do it right ya'll, keep it tight ya'll, do it right ya'll, just do it [Verse 5 - Shabaam Sahdeeq] Blood on my mans, destroying the fam' More soldiers die, another mother cries Anthony Baez, Eleanor Bumpurs, Diallo Let it keep happenin' and there's more to follow It's even deeper than that, penal shot in the back Forever we fight and cuss, but the world still adjust So many bullets just to stop one man Is that the plan? To leave us all dead in the street? [Verse 6 - Common and Talib Kweli] [Common] I'm an opponent of violence Too many of my guys have become moments of silence Law takes lives and condone it through sirens And night sticks. I write quick Hoping that [Talib Kweli and Common] I might hit somebody in the heart [Talib Kweli] Like a arrow with her eyes on a sparrow Yo, I feel my people pain all in my bone marrow [Common] I'm tellin' Pharoahe to let my folks go Marcs is singin' to law like they background vocals [Talib Kweli] Local, state, federal cops are being payed properly To protect the property How can I just stand by, watch a man die for nothin' and not react The way we spit on this track is how we bustin' back [Common] Yo, I pimp slap 5-0 Get behind them and make them marks drive slow [Talib Kweli] Yo, you wanna know how to improve on the quality of life? Try respectin' it. Step in my zone with that madness and I'm checking it [Verse 7 - Pharoahe Monch] Cops, they transport me from Long island to Medina With they *f**ed* up demeanor Dreamin' of stickin' it to me like Abner Louima Pharoahe slash el-Hajj Malik Shabazz in the flesh With plans of retaliations for you coward *a*** God, please allow me to preach for him A voiceless man through a spirit—I speak for him Step to city hall, for delf, do it for dolo With visions of cops inside the Public Enemy logo [Verse 8 - Posdnous] All that schemin' and plottin' The young absorb like cotton Especially in my city where the poor steady rottin' and You would thought 5-0 would cut it all short But they play the biggest part in the art of livin' wrong In our land, cops guns clap more than hands As if we don't deserve what they here to preserve We just tryna do it right in these boroughs that we reppin' in Why they tryna fill us with more lead than Zeppelin? [Hook 1 - Everyone Lead by Mos Def] (x4) My people unite and let's all get down We gotta have what? Love, peace, and understandin' One god, One love, One light One aim, One voice, One fight