We’re All In The Same Gang (Letra)
I’m King News and I come to you with the truth
The mean streets took six more lives overnight
All the result of gang-bang stupidity
One of your victims was a three year old girl
Well, you gang members, you still don’t get it, do ya?
(With your badself)
It’s straight up madness everywhere I look
Used to be a straight a student, now he’s a crook
Robbing people just to smoke or shoot up
Used to have a crew cut, now he’s a pooh-butt
Dropped out of school and he joins the neighborhood gang
Hanging on the streets selling ‘caine
To his own people
Now when I say people I mean color
You a stupid mother-
Sisters, since we are the mothers of this earth
It’s time we start being good mothers from the birth
Of our children, no time for sleeping
Teach them to fight and win for the right reason
It’s your time, it’s your life, live it
Proud to be black, young and gifted
Lifted by the knowledge and taking the right route
Gang violence needs to be whipped out.
One and the same
Everyone came in the same chains
Caught with the same aim
Brain games and names changed
To protect the innocent by-stander
Lies, slander and the master-planner
Destroy the black male
Crack jail and semi-automatic
For static if the crack fails
So since we all talk the same slang
Stop killin, my brother, cause we’re all from the same gang
Don’t you know we’ve got to put our heads together?
Make the change cause we’re all in the same gang
Now as a youth I used to get my bang on
And on the ave get my part-time slang on
Doing time for me was no joke though
They knew I was crazy, so they labelled me Loco
Khakis creased, golf hat, feelin sporty
Low ridin and tossin up a forty
Thinkin in my mind that no one could handle us
The downest brothers ever touched Los Angeles
Bein’ the pimps that we are
We’re here to speak on a situation that has gone too far
Here at home in the ghettos of LA
Where a young black brother’s not promised to see the next day
Cause we used to clock on the streets before we made beats
But fools just lay and prey on the weak
It don’t depend on the color of a rag
Cause if you got what they want you know they gonna take what you have
Cause violence don’t only revolve from drugs and thugs
And gangs that bang
Most times it’s a political thang
Yeah, a couple of spots’ll get popped
And if the government wanted to freeze it it could all get stopped
Ice-T rippin the microphone the way I do
Listen close, my brothers, cause I’m talkin to you
The problem is we got a suicidal lifestyle
Cause 90 percent of us are livin foul and wild
I say job, you say (bad joke
I rather jack another brother, watch the gun smoke)
Livin in the fast lane flippin like you’re insane
You won’t stop until your blood runs down the street drain
Don’t you know we’ve got to put our heads together?
Stop the fighting
(Make the change)
Because we’re all in the same gang
Yo, we’re not here to preach because we’re not ministers
We’re telling like it is cause Ren and Dre is like sinister
Reality speaks for itself when it’s spoken
A basehead cluck can’t blame nobody for smoking
Yo, bullets flying, mothers crying, brothers dying
Lying in the streets, that’s why we’re trying
To stop it from falling apart and going to waste
And keeping a smile off of white face
Brothers killin’ other brothers
I thought the idea was to love one another?
Open up the paper to one more death
If y’all keep this up then there’ll be no one left
I try my best to set an example
Sayin hype lyrics over hip-hop samples
Not just a bragger to boast but to inform
Cause we’re livin in the calm before the storm
I’m in a rage
Oh yeah? Yo, why is that G?
Other races, they say we act like rats in a cage
I tried to argue, but check it, every night in the news
We prove them suckers right and I got the blues
America
Get busy, Humpy
The red, the white, the blue and
The blue and the red
For Crips and Bloods
The white for who’s got you doin
Time bustin caps on one another
The Underground’s down for peace among brothers
Kill a black man?
What?
Yo, what are you retarded?
Tell em, Hump
Yo, do you work for the Klan?
Do what ya like
Unless you like gangbangin
Let’s see how many brothers leave us hangin
Kickin on the ave ‘bout a quarter to 9
All the homies gettin blind in an eight ball line
Now on this tip they started runnin at the lip
Jumped in their deuce and took a little trip
Hit the block about 12 on the tick
The windows went down and the nines went click
People started yellin, bodies started bailin
Bullets cold flyin sendin some to hell and
It’s gotta stop, we don’t need all the violence
Peace in the hood and a moment of silence
We got together not for ego or fame
We got involved cause we’re all in the same gang
Last but not least, yo, Eazy’s no sell-out
And if you can’t hang in the streets, then get the hell out
I’m not tryin to tell ya what to do
You have your own freedom of choice who to listen to
You knew good from bad, fair from foul, right from wrong
Now your mother’s singing that sad song
(My baby ain’t never hurt nobody!)
But he still got smoked at BeBe’s party
But you’re not the first or the last
You’re nothin but a short story from the past
You’re dead now, not number one but a zero
Take notes from Eazy-E, the violent hero
Don’t you know we’ve got to put our heads together?
