No Paz
Shit got rough when a nigga stopped thanking
Gained more steam when a nigga stopped dranking
Liquor, the vicar can't hear what you thinking
I see no peace, the police bang
Shit got rough when a nigga stopped thanking
Gained more steam when a nigga stopped dranking
Liquor, the vicar can't hear what you thinking
I see no peace, the police bang
Said the G-men lurk at the edge of our turf warfare
Where them shots aim fair as the system
Box every nigga in a cell
Get a check in the mail so them head count numbers ain't dipping
While the motherfucking police tripping
Tipping the scales, in favor of the rich politic type stiff
Who would rather bullshit with his gifts right quick
Than ever try to listen
To the plight of the poor, what you fighting us for?
With them four door tints and them canines
Boy, step down for they hit you with that slave mind
No prob to kill just to save mine
With them blue C notes in a gold cash clip
With some shit that the police took from the drugs crimes
Vats full of gats from the back leave you loose from the C9
And deader than the Amazon's grapevines
Fight back with your gristle
Go the missile
Past cats who would die just to fight
To the middle class
Fades with the shade when the police triple
Death techs in the hood so we wish a Jake would
Step foot in the wood with a body cam
Twelve get slick, Saint Peter at the lobby fam
Turn a day job where you rob for the hobby
Fam die 'less you lie for the pride of a bobby
Fuck the pig nigga
Shit got rough when a nigga stopped thanking
Gained more steam when a nigga stopped dranking
Liquor, the vicar can't hear what you thinking
I see no peace, the police bang
Shit got rough when a nigga stopped thanking
Gained more steam when a nigga stopped dranking
Liquor, the vicar can't hear what you thinking
I see no peace, the police bang
I see no peace, the police bang
I see no peace, the police bang
I see no peace, the police bang
I see no peace, the police bang, bang
Writer/s: Lance Washington
