T-K.A.S.H. - Truce Music lyrics

[Verse 1: T-K.A.S.H.] Yo, another funeral, the usual the shooter knew the shooter And the dudes in the crew in which the shooter was recruited Now the shooter dude's Buick is movin' up on the shooter dudes Now you see the shootin' through the news What if the dude shootin' would've got to the bottom Of what made him shoot him before he shot him? Got a proper solution to the problem Instead of talk tough and drop 'em Walk up and wop him, a strong enough option [Verse 2: Paris] Little wild a** brother coming up in the west From the streets where the heaters never given a rest Role models pa** the bottle ain't no time for cla** Gunplay seem the only way to settle scraps What we doin'? Let's get it together Cause it don't make sense if we all can't make it better Like the crips and bloods in nine deuce P-Dog speaking on the truce, TRUTH [Verse 3: K.E.V.] Or is it logic to be duckin' and dodgin' Or take a precaution, try and wonder who's watchin' Too much hate on ya brain is toxic Mixed with the rock in ya pocket it's a poisonous concoction War's because of money, recruiters influence youth Rumors turn into shootings and shooting become the truth Facts is the belief that the stacks is written proof And stacks is for better living but living is in the truce [Hook] Truce Music I'ma put away the rag and get to ballin' Toss my strap for the bigger callin' Truce Music I'ma put away the rag for the ones that's dead and gone Headstrong, my bread is long [Verse 4: T-K.A.S.H.] If the neighborhood say it's good we can make the hood Way good like the way it should We can make good, on the lake good People of the past promise to change the hood, cause the best know If you play Suge all you ever get is d**h Row I ain't finna check nothing I don't get a check for We can bang tough, or we can put the thangs up Change up, step our game up, rearrange stuff [Verse 5: Mellinium] Look at each turf like a partnership, try to get a part of this Fightin' for a piece of cake when we can have all of it Trigger's on the safety, now the talks has gotta make things Simple so an 8 year old can see the life of 18 Take it there, I can't dream, these gunshots is audible Waken to enlightenment or die for something honorable Raisin' up the dollar though he tryin' to put a dot on you like dominoes We gotta live way past survival, yo [Verse 6: Paris] Never ask first, blast first, never understand Why the strap burst, clap first, another brother dead Time to step back a bit, gotta ask why We all in the penitentiary and all dyin'? No lyin' - we caught in the middle But how we break up out our circumstances is the riddle Little time left, crime left too many of us fallin' But how many gonna hear the callin'? [Hook] Truce Music I'ma put away the rag and get to ballin' Toss my strap for the bigger callin' Truce Music I'ma put away the rag for the ones that's dead and gone Headstrong, my bread is long Truce Music I'ma put away the rag and get to ballin' Toss my strap for the bigger callin' Truce Music I'ma put away the rag for the ones that's dead and gone Headstrong, my bread is long [Interlude] "This morning police are searching for suspects in an overnight shooting" "A young man was, uh, gunned down in broad daylight. It happened right in front of a community center" "Oakland remains one of the most dangerous cities in America" "Two people are dead, and another injured, after an alleged stabbing and shooting in San Francisco's Richmond district" "Two teenage girls and a 23 year old man were k**ed. The suspect is described as African American, with shoulder-length dreadlocks. He's 18 to 21 years old, 150 pounds, approximately 5 feet, 7 inches tall" "We all walking around here, don't even know when we gonna be a victim of a crime" [Hook] Truce Music I'ma put away the rag and get to ballin' Toss my strap for the bigger callin' Truce Music I'ma put away the rag for the ones that's dead and gone Headstrong, my bread is long Truce Music I'ma put away the rag and get to ballin' Toss my strap for the bigger callin' Truce Music I'ma put away the rag for the ones that's dead and gone Headstrong, my bread is long