Ice-t - No Peace lyrics

[Verse 1: Prodeje] Hanging on the back streets chillin' with the O.G's S.C to the grave and it's on for the O.Z Young brothers wanna run up, better put ya guns up Might just get ya punk a** gunned up Cartel ain't trippin', guys never slippin', when all the B.G's start liftin' Where ya from fool it's the same gang Buck buck from the Nines everyday it's the same thang [Verse 2:] 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 livin' 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 wanna fall No peace on my streets so that makes it hard [Verse 3:] I keep my Glock co*ked, as I bail down yo' block Seventeen shots, 187 dropped d**h row fool on the solo Khakis on yayo, where you from, Hav? South Central Trizip the rizip 'cuz 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 I'm a loc As a Crip to a Blood and a Blood to a Crip Get yo' a** straight ripped by the squad you set trip [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 co*k deep You 23 baby, boy you're talking bout O.G I'm 34 I used Gats to score Gag and tying hoe's in the backs of j**ellery stores G-ride i'm talking 'bout 2 thugs you knew 1 to rock and 1 to ride to the crew But now they both wanna flip the sentric It ain't even Bloods, it's straight Crips k**ing Crips [Verse 5: Lord Jel] Lord Jel ain't never gonna cease 'Cuz I get my peace like shooting from the back seat When I'm in my ride I'm coming out to get ya jumps Power lords packin' 50 rounds for you little punks When it's on you hear my crew coming through Won't be in red no a brother that's wearing blue 'Cuz I just flex and break necks 'Cuz my sets all Mexican so don't forget [Chorus:] They don't want no peace for a brother The brothers in the streets don't want no peace They don't want no peace for a brother The brothers in the streets don't want no peace [Verse 6:Spice 1] Smokin' up on a bong, I did my time tryin' not to be a felon Tryna keep my crew like an O.G, but fools yellin' Oh what should I do? 'Cuz it's a buster in the crowd talkin' bad 'bout my whole crew I'm ready to do a walk-by at my own show All these fools in the audience 'cuz they don't know How to act and enjoy they'self So let them pigs come along and destroy the set Smokin' them rocks I gotta carry a Nine 'Cuz n***as that want no peace wanna jack for mine So 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 Rollin' way deep in the cut on the back streets Mobbin' with my homies, everybody's strapped 'Cuz there's always a fool tryna peel ya cap But in Oakland they ain't really tripping on the Blue or the Red Just get caught slippin' catch two to the head They don't want peace man they want funk So let it jump, young punk, we gon' pop the trunk And let freedom reign like it should be 20 years in the pen, it's all good G Now what I'm sayin' is you don't have to fade ya brother Just be a G, stop goin' out, like it s**s [Verse 8: Boss] [__] B-O to the double Dollar Sign They don't want no peace at the G, only dollar minds A 9mm, but then again I'll be packin' all sorts of clips Roll up and shoot ya on your own front porch and trip It's unfortunate to hit the rules of survival Look at the smokin' for that s**er gets to be a rival The psycho pa**ing rocks, get my k** on, beef is still on And what I think is that you picked the wrong a** chick for a Peace song Given by the [____] step into the Murder Squad [__] I'm leavin' a shout out to the organisation [Verse 9: Treach] *Unfinished* Yo P.E.A.C.E some kid gone did slipped down a razor blade And landed in an alcohol river Now that a** is a trouble I sell a lie with a trigger Cliches to [__] new day and new way Some other motherf**er with the new say The lesser rising brothers got no kinda thang Forget running our hoods our hoods are running f**ing banks It's stolen tanks, part rolling think that thing that stank Looking away, you think we ain't This is a k**er cali rally in the east coast connection invasion taking over this nation This stolen country had better get real before our kids [__] And do drive-by's in big wheels