| Now of course I want peace on the streets, but realistically
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| Paintin' perfect pictures ain’t never worked, my misery
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| Was so deep, couldn’t sleep through all my pressures
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| In my quest for cash I learned fast, usin' violent measures
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| Memories of adolescent years, there was unity
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| But after puberty, we brought war to our community
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| So many bodies droppin', it’s gotta stop, I wanna help
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| But still I’m steppin', keep my weapon, must protect myself
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| The promise of a better tomorrow ain’t never reached me
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| Plus my teachers was too petrified in class to teach me
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| Sippin' Thunderbird and grape Kool-Aid, callin' Earl
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| Since my stomach was empty it seduced me to fuck the world
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| Watch my lil' homies lose they childhoods to guns
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| Nobody cries no more, ‘cause we all die for fun
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| So why you ask me if I want peace if you can’t grant it?
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| Niggas fightin' across the whole planet
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| So it could never be peace
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| Will there ever be peace, or are we all, just headed for doom?
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| Still consumed by the beast?
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| And I know there’ll never be peace
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| That’s why I keep my pistol when I walk the streets
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| ‘Cause there could never be peace
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| Somebody owes me. |
| Will they control me? |
| Not
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| I ain’t a hater player, but I want all you got
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| Y’all babies had babies, now we fightin' each other
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| My dawgs got frabies, they bitin' each other
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| And it ain’t hard to find a friend like mine
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| Bigfully is a bullet and he don’t mind dyin'
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| And I gotta be blind, missed sign after sign
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| Time after time after time after time
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| And I don’t like nobody, they don’t like me more
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| And I’m good with that finally, but they heard it before
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| Dawg, we livin' in a prison, losin' our religion
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| On Thanksgivin' we thankful, just for livin' in Hell
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| Damn, homie, I don’t mean to be harsh
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| But there’s a devil in the ghetto tryin' to tear it apart
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| And if we make it up out, we still stuck in the dark
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| Will there ever be peace? |
| Just a piece of my heart. |
| Never!
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| The only peace we got is a piece of our heart, piece of our mind,
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| or that damn piece that we hold in our waistline
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| You feel me, dawg? |
| C’mon, uhh
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| So will there ever be peace
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| Or are we all just headed for doom?
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| Still consumed by the beast?
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| And I know there’ll never be peace (never)
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| That’s why I keep my pistol when I walk the streets
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| ‘Cause there’ll never be peace
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| Thangs is changin', nigga, you better read the signs
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| I’m only concerned about me and mine in these times
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| The world is a ghetto and peace is not a part of it
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| We all believe God’s new plan to make it out of this
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| Niggas spendin' too much time hatin' on each other
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| Niggas buyin' guns, loadin' 'em up, aimin' at each other
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| And the victim is you and me, it’s sick, but it’s true indeed
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| The good die, mostly over bullshit, repeatedly
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| Deep in me there’s a part that wants nothing but love
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| But the rest of me know, war is what’s waitin' for us
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| So I stays ready, keep my pay heavy and boss up
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| Stack my funds and my guns, never rely on luck
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| Askin' God to point out the impostor
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| Never let no weapon formed against me prosper
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| ‘Cause there’ll never be peace, so don’t rely on it, soldiers dyin' for it,
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| and in the ghetto, they cryin' for it. |
| But fuck peace!
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| Will there ever be peace, or are we all just, headed for doom? |
| still consumed by
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| the beast?
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| And I know there’ll never be peace
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| That’s why I keep my pistol when I walk the streets
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| Fool, there’ll never be peace
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| Will there ever be peace, or are we all just, headed for doom? |
| still consumed by
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| the beast?
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| And I know there’ll never be peace
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| That’s why I keep my pistol when I walk the streets
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| Nigga, there’ll never be peace
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| Will there ever be peace, or are we all just, headed for doom? |
| still consumed by
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| the beast?
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| And I know there’ll never be peace
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| That’s why I keep my pistol when I walk the streets
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| Nigga, there’ll never be peace
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| Will there ever be peace?
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| Will there ever be peace? |
| Shit, fuck peace!
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| On the strength 'til my niggas get a piece, we can’t have peace
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| How the fuck we gon' live happy when we ain’t got nothing?
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| You motherfuckers are smilin', but I’m mean muggin'
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| Why? |
| ‘Cause I gotta be thuggin'
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| It seems drugs done turned this whole mothafuckin' hood out
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| All us niggas actin' up, wild-ass motherfuckin' adolescents
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| These niggas ain’t even got no childhoods no more
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| How the fuck can you have a childhood
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| And you at the funeral every motherfuckin' weekend?
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| Pssh, and you motherfuckers talkin' about peace?
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| Nigga, it ain’t no motherfuckin' peace
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| You ain’t seen the news motherfucker? |
| You ain’t heard? |
| Lil' babies gettin'
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| smoked, motherfuckers killin' they whole family
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| Lil' kids gettin' thrown off buildings
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| Motherfuckers gettin' abused
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| Peace? |
| Nigga, is you out your fuckin' mind?
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| Fuck peace! |
| We can’t never have peace 'til you motherfuckers clean up this mess
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| you made
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| 'Til you fuckin' clean up the dirt you dropped
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| 'Til we get a piece, fuck peace! |
| Westside |