No Peace

Lyrics

[Intro Dialogue: Dori] Every time I cut out my TV, one of my black brothers have been smoked. And they say it's a truce. Huh, they don't want no peace [Verse 1: Prodeje] Hanging on the back streets, chilling with the OG's S-C to the grave and it's on for the O-Z Young brothers want to run up, better put your guns up Might just get your punk ass gunned up Cartel ain't tripping, guys never slipping When all the B.G's start lifting Where you from fool, it's the same gang Buck, buck from the Nines, everyday it's the same thang [Verse 2: Young Prodeje] 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 living 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 want to fall No peace on my streets so that makes it hard [Verse 3: Havikk The Rhime Son] I keep my Glock-Glock cocked, as I bail down yo' block, buck Seventeen shots, booya, 187 dropped death row fool on the solo Khakis on yayo, where you from, Hav? - South Central Trizip the rizip cause 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, really though, I'm a loc As a Crip to a Blood and a Blood to a Crip Get your ass straight ripped by the squad if you set trip, fool [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 cock deep You're twenty-three baby boy, you're talking bout OG Huh, I'm thirty-four, I used Gats to score Gag and tying hoe's in the backs of jewelry stores G-ride I'm talking 'bout two, thought you knew One to work and one to ride on to the crew But nowadays brothas want to flip, set trip It ain't even Bloods, it's straight Crips killing Crips [Verse 5: Powerlord Jel] Lord Jel ain't never gonna cease 'Cause I get my peace like shooting from the back seat When I'm in my ride, I'm coming out to come and get you chumps Powerlords packing 50 rounds for you little punks When it's on, you'll hear my crew coming through Won't be in red, no a brother that's wearing blue 'Cause I just flex and break necks 'Cause my sets all Mexican so don't forget [Chorus: Dori] They don't want no peace for a brotha The brothers in the streets don't want no peace They don't want no peace for a brotha The brothers in the streets don't want no peace [Verse 6: Spice 1] Smoking up on the bong, I took my time trying not to be a felon Trying to keep my cool like an O.G, 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 All these fools in the audience cause they don't know How to act and enjoy they 'self So let them pigs come along and destroy the set Snob down the block, I got to carry a Nine Cause niggas that want no peace, they want to jack for mine But 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 Rolling way deep in the cut on the back streets Mobbing with my homies, everybody's strapped Cause there's always a fool trying peel ya cap But 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 reign like it should be Twenty years in the pen, it's all good G Now what I'm saying is you don't have to fade your brother Be a G and stop going out like it suckers [Verse 8: Boss] It's that bitch Lichelle, B-O to the double Dollar Sign They don't want no peace at the G, only dollar minds A 9mm, then again I'll be packing all sorts of clips Roll up and shoot ya on your own front porch and trip It's unfortunate dig it the rules of survival Look at the smoking for that sucker gets to be a rival The psycho passing rocks, 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 outta Doge, if step into the Murder Squad for the '95 Bring it on face to face before I step out I'm leaving a shout out to the organization [Verse 9: Treach] P-E-A-C-E, some kid done did slid down a razor blade And landed in an alcohol river Now that ass is a trouble, I sell a lie With a trigger, cliques to get bitches a new day and new way Some other mother- with the new say The lesser rising brothers got no kind of thing Forget running our hoods, our hoods are running fucking banks It's stolen tanks, part rolling think that thing that stank Looking away, 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 [Outro: Dori] The brothers in the street don't want no (Peace) They don't want no peace for a brotha The brothers in the street don't want no (Peace) They don't want no peace They don't want no peace They don't want no peace, no peace, no peace...