Dead prez, Outlawz, Stormey - 1Nation lyrics
[Dead prez, Outlawz, Stormey - 1Nation lyrics]
On the front lines of, of any war, uhm, if
Whoever's on the other side
that's who you shoot uh
You don't have time
To negotiate, or say, "Okay
Well that person looks a little bit
Like me, so I better not
Shoot him", etcetera, etcetera
'cause that person is gonna shoot you
Dead Prez, Outlawz, come on!
On the East side, we got the same
(same) drama
On the South side, we got the same
(same) drama
East side, we got the same (same) drama
So, it's one side (one side)
One love, one thug, one nation
Now we could hop off onto some gangsta shit
And reverse this shit
And hit our real enemies
(that's what I'm talkin' 'bout)
Nigga you look just like me
What sense do it make killing
Each other in 8th street?
(listen up) All these guns we got between us
We just point em the right way
And come the fuck up
Dope, money, and turf ain't worth your life
Doing it for the struggle
That's how you earn your stripes
We all hungry like a muth'
Starving for the love them panthers, crips
And bloods see how they targeting us
Ignorant, yet intelligent, plus we all family
Nah, it ain't a gang to us
Outlawz, RBG, mask and gloves
Gotta stick to the, can't change it up
East, west, north, south
It's all the same to us
We all strugglin' and hustlin' to
Get us a cut
On the North side, we got the same drama
On the South side, we got the same drama
On the West side, we got the same drama
So, it's one side, one love, one thug
One nation
Back in 93' I was in Chi-town, the south side
And all hoods look the same from the outside
Bill Clinton came through on
Some gangsta' shit
Starting making up laws that
Would change some shit
Starting giving three strikes
Niggas hangin' quick
And if you bang with your
Clique it's the same, that's sick
It's life, violent crime with the
Gun or the knife, and you gone
Writing letters to your son and your wife
And it's on
G's up, all sides rally the troops
Load up the weapon
We all rippin' and ready to shoot
Twenty-one gun salute
Operating under thug laws, like army troops
No warning, sharp steps silent wit' da pistol
Held responsible, it's honor
I promise you it's the principle
We live and we die
By revolutionary black gangstas
The move is the code that we abide by
On the North side, we got the same drama
On the South side, we got the same drama
On the West side, we got the same drama
So, it's one side, one love, one thug
One nation
I'm worldwide, bona fide, and I'm silent
(yep)
Born to be a ridah, I tried, I can't hide it
(nope) i love being me
I swear there ain't nothing like it
All my life I been fightin' (fighting)
Sorta like Tyson (Tyson)
Been around the globe never bit never folded
(nope) it is what it is
And that's exactly how I told it
Naww, it ain't over
It ain't neva' gon' be over
Young cash I'm a soldier (yeahhh)
No man know it all
Gotta grind before you ball
They committed to your cause, handle bidness
Protocol plan, plot, strategize
Only niggas that'll ride
Two of America's most wanted, unified
In the struggle, dramas, commas
Same problems
From Oakland to Brooklyn, Atlanta to Harlem
But dis side, we throwin' up black fists
With pride and honor
'Cause we hip to divide and conquer
Divide and conquer divide and conqeur
Whoever's on the other side
that's who you shoot uh
You don't have time
To negotiate, or say, "Okay
Well that person looks a little bit
Like me, so I better not
Shoot him", etcetera, etcetera
'cause that person is gonna shoot you
Dead Prez, Outlawz, come on!
On the East side, we got the same
(same) drama
On the South side, we got the same
(same) drama
East side, we got the same (same) drama
So, it's one side (one side)
One love, one thug, one nation
Now we could hop off onto some gangsta shit
And reverse this shit
And hit our real enemies
(that's what I'm talkin' 'bout)
Nigga you look just like me
What sense do it make killing
Each other in 8th street?
(listen up) All these guns we got between us
We just point em the right way
And come the fuck up
Dope, money, and turf ain't worth your life
Doing it for the struggle
That's how you earn your stripes
We all hungry like a muth'
Starving for the love them panthers, crips
And bloods see how they targeting us
Ignorant, yet intelligent, plus we all family
Nah, it ain't a gang to us
Outlawz, RBG, mask and gloves
Gotta stick to the, can't change it up
East, west, north, south
It's all the same to us
We all strugglin' and hustlin' to
Get us a cut
On the North side, we got the same drama
On the South side, we got the same drama
On the West side, we got the same drama
So, it's one side, one love, one thug
One nation
Back in 93' I was in Chi-town, the south side
And all hoods look the same from the outside
Bill Clinton came through on
Some gangsta' shit
Starting making up laws that
Would change some shit
Starting giving three strikes
Niggas hangin' quick
And if you bang with your
Clique it's the same, that's sick
It's life, violent crime with the
Gun or the knife, and you gone
Writing letters to your son and your wife
And it's on
G's up, all sides rally the troops
Load up the weapon
We all rippin' and ready to shoot
Twenty-one gun salute
Operating under thug laws, like army troops
No warning, sharp steps silent wit' da pistol
Held responsible, it's honor
I promise you it's the principle
We live and we die
By revolutionary black gangstas
The move is the code that we abide by
On the North side, we got the same drama
On the South side, we got the same drama
On the West side, we got the same drama
So, it's one side, one love, one thug
One nation
I'm worldwide, bona fide, and I'm silent
(yep)
Born to be a ridah, I tried, I can't hide it
(nope) i love being me
I swear there ain't nothing like it
All my life I been fightin' (fighting)
Sorta like Tyson (Tyson)
Been around the globe never bit never folded
(nope) it is what it is
And that's exactly how I told it
Naww, it ain't over
It ain't neva' gon' be over
Young cash I'm a soldier (yeahhh)
No man know it all
Gotta grind before you ball
They committed to your cause, handle bidness
Protocol plan, plot, strategize
Only niggas that'll ride
Two of America's most wanted, unified
In the struggle, dramas, commas
Same problems
From Oakland to Brooklyn, Atlanta to Harlem
But dis side, we throwin' up black fists
With pride and honor
'Cause we hip to divide and conquer
Divide and conquer divide and conqeur