Cappadonna - One Four Love Pt. 2 lyrics

[shyheim] The precinct is crooked, my man got grabbed up Had cracks on him worth about a bullet They just took it, asked him questions like, "where's the guns?" They tried to cheat him to tell them where was un The god ten deep in a red fifteen pa**enger Guns out when they jumped out, pointed at us Here comes, what they call a procedure Slammin us against a gate, cuffin us before they beat us [channel live] It's like they can't trust us, they wanna bust us And crush us, they sayin f' us, there's no peace, no just-us They claim to protect us, they serve and they wreck us Never respect us, arrest us and always stress us To see the devil die is my purpose of to live up Self-determinance is the must, i practice kool g jog-a-leos Free your mind and yo *b**h* is sure to follow And free will come to lock it down, look out for tips thats hollow [wise intelligent (of poor righteous teachers)] It's p.i.t. supreno Mix it down, dedicated to steve feliciano Directored that steam and gouge danno F' the five-oh pronto, cuz i know First head to take the white and burst lead Never did but might have to do it Lies twenty-five, hollow shots in a pro-active unit 7-a, m-j, stop the bs movement, that's how we do it Mobilize the people, conscious *n***as* get to it [chorus: mos def (of black star)] My people unite and let's all get down We got to have one love, peace and understandin One god, one love, one life One aim, one voice, one fight [chorus 2: mos def] My people unite, hop up and do a right We got to have one love, peace and understandin One god, one love, one life One aim, one voice, one fight My people unite, hop up and do a right (echoes) Keep it tight y'all, do it right y'all [cappadonna] Yo, forget police brutality, i worked for a salary And did time for a crime i didn't commit They tried to beat me in my head, make a brotha submit Hit me in the face with sticks, lockin me down for bein around Still remember, never surrender into the beast The man, peace for diallo My reality is to fight back police brutality [crunch lo (of othorized f.a.m.)] Mr. officer got my trapped in a dark corridor Long hallway, they in luck with the gunplay Swing knight sticks, run thicker than bloods and crips Hara** mad cats and it don't make sense Roll around in dark tints, fiendin to match finger prints Search me down everyday and you still ain't content [rock (of heltah skeltah)] Oh-oh-oh-oh Calm your nerves down, bop your heads too high Let 'em know rock, stop wonderin why you keep gettin knocked Cuz you a part time dealer, prob'ly a part time pops Not a part time k**er, but them dudes is full time cops Make a hustle stupid, you half *a*** black acts Stack, use your head for than a hat rack, jack Start runnin your life instead of runnin the streets Runnin your mouth, oh yeah, stop runnin from beasts [chorus x4]