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TRUCE MUSIC
Yo, another funeral, the usual the shooter knew the shooter
And the dudes in the crew in which the shooter was recruited
Now the shooter dude's Buick is movin' up on the shooter dudes
Now you see the shootin' through the news

What if the dude shootin' would've got to the bottom
Of what made him shoot him before he shot him?
Got a proper solution to the problem
Instead of talk tough and drop 'em
Walk up and wop him, a strong enough option

Little wild ass brother coming up in the west
From the streets where the heaters never given a rest
Role models pass the bottle ain't no time for class
Gunplay seem the only way to settle scraps

What we doin'? Let's get it together
Cause it don't make sense if we all can't make it better
Like the crips and bloods in nine deuce
P-Dog speaking on the truce, TRUTH

Or is it logic to be duckin' and dodgin'
Or take a precaution, try and wonder who's watchin'
Too much hate on ya brain is toxic
Mixed with the rock in ya pocket it's a poisonous concoction

War's because of money, recruiters influence youth
Rumors turn into shootings and shooting become the truth
Facts is the belief that the stacks is written proof
And stacks is for better living but living is in the truce

Truce Music
I'm put away the rag and get to ballin', toss my strap for the bigger callin'
Truce Music
I'm put away the rag for the ones that's dead and gone, headstrong, my bread is long

If the neighborhood say it's good we can make the hood
Way good like the way it should
We can make good, on the lake good
People of the past promise to change the hood, 'cause the best know

If you play Suge all you ever get is Death Row
I ain't finna check nothing I don't get a check for
We can bang tough, or we can put the thangs up
Change up, step our game up, rearrange stuff

Look at each turf like a partnership, try to get a part of this
Fightin' for a piece of cake when we can have all of it
Trigger's on the safety, now the talks has gotta make things
Simple so an 8 year old can see the life of 18

Take it there, I can't dream, these gunshots is audible
Waken to enlightenment or die for something honorable
Raisin' up the dollar though he tryin' to put a dot on you like dominoes
We gotta live way past survival, yo

Never ask first, blast first, never understand
Why the strap burst, clap first, another brother dead
Time to step back a bit, gotta ask why
We all in the penitentiary and all dyin'?

No lyin' - we caught in the middle
but how we break up out our circumstances is the riddle
little time left, crime left too many of us fallen
But how many gonna hear the callin'?

Truce Music
I'm put away the rag and get to ballin', toss my strap for the bigger callin'
Truce Music
I'm put away the rag for the ones that's dead and gone, headstrong, my bread is long


 






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