Paris (Rapper) - Tear sh** Up lyrics

[Intro] Bringing you back what you missed in hip-hop Hard Truth Solder Radio A GuerrillaFunk.com presentation [Verse 1 – Paris] You in tune to the most dangerous crew on file Who get mashed mash on—b**h, get wild With these field n***a serenades, we break wide In the land of the weak, home of the slave, we rise To protect. They servin' us with sticks and shots But who protect us from these murderous cops? Who's heroes? You could keep your flags—I'm out I'll wrap a chain around the precinct and burn sh** down f** the police, I'm thinkin' how to feed my seed Bumping DP's, bailin' down the block on D's It's the same sh** every day Seem the more a n***a build, they wanna take away Like a slave, when you can't eat you can't sleep Can't seem to find peace. Only thing the streets see is police and poverty b**h, don't start with me—I can't fade The bullsh** noise that the radio play Where the world wanna be like and talk like and act like And rap like the black life is all gats and crack pipes I'll spit right. n***a, what? My sh**'s tight Who snitched. n***a or b**h to choose sides When we roam, we beat back Attack of the Clones What kinda sh** y'all n***as is on? We hit home And spill so the people could feel this real talk From the Bay and all them between to New York Holla [Hook] What we gotta do is tear sh** up (x8) [Verse 2 – Paris] This the way we bomb when we come around Still keep it on the map for the underground f** the system, I'mma holla with a black fist It's hard truth. Where my soldiers? We still blitz And who's who with these gangstas, see a vet These rap n***as or the government? Take a guess See, we blessed with the speech that could reach oppressed communities Worldwide, so we don't waste time. We stress freedom And serve 'em with the style (what) Motherf** smilin' (what) Who wanna ride (what) Rally up the crowd (what) Full hollow tips (what) Cyanide squibs (what) Power to the people with rocks, banana clips See us struggle for the streets, motherf** the bling Nowadays, radio make it harder to bring Real sh** to the people—it's deeper than me They entice with the conflict, ice, and blow trees Corporatized by the vile—they smile and fill Black bodies in the pen—it's the men they k** 3 strikes, whose life? Not my life, yours Put the men in the prison, turn the women to who*es Ignore cries of the people—but time is up Stay tuned for the sequel—we buildin' to bust Goin' AWOL. f** all laws—I wanna attack This bullsh**, hold 'em accountable for they acts [Hook] What we gotta do is tear sh** up (x8) [Verse 3: M-1, dead prez] Militant and political, Guevara M-1 I wipe the smile off you many mouths, meld like a gun And I remember '99, goin' on tour with Big Pun Gettin' this fast rap cash from them six-week runs See, I done learned from them generals with wild entourages f**in' like rabbits but don't wanna be fathers f**in' up they hotel room, stay on some star sh** Know your role, play you position—rule 4 You know you can't fade it, it's gang truce-related We bang for change, hittin'—no game, you can't hate it I wanna slap Bush and his mammy For how he did the Haitians in Miami That's my fam—coupe tete boule kay So please die, cracka die That's for 22 generations of genocide You see that's why we get high—just to get by See, we sit and wait until it's dark outside and then we ride On our enemies. You can depend on me If you a pig, then you can't be no friend of me See, it's been 33 years since Fred been gone He was murdered on the same day Jay-Z was born For real. 12-4-69. Same year When they take one from us, then another appears We gon' take this time to commemorate NRD: National Revolutionary Day. Say: [Hook] What we gotta do is tear sh** up (x8)