Pistol Politics

[Verse 1: Paris] Mic checka one, two, welcome to the movement Nut check on this hollywood gangsta coonin' On deck, still freedom fightin' for improvement From a vet, do or die, sucka free I'm ruthless Everyday we see the way they always do us The 99% is talkin', but does that include us? 9 times out of 10 our problems deal with shootin' I got 99 problems but I can't confuse 'em The real shit is who dies and who's cryin' Whose lives always touched in the clutch of violence Immortalized on a t-shirt, hear the sirens Hella straps for these young cats, who supply 'em? All I care about is violence in our neighborhoods It's all silence when it comes to stifilin' the hoods It's all silence when it comes to violence in the hood Cryin' Trayvon but everyday it's on in blood I say, to ya face, what about the blappin' No applause, what's the cause for these niggas clappin'? Is it the message these off brand cats is rappin'? I'm spittin' hard truth to you, nigga put THAT in I never run, stay about my business Take this black on black thang back before we end us Make this blue on black activate the soldier in us Make it motivate us to eliminate the menace [Hook: Sandy Griffith] Hard truth, is what we came to tell ya So recognize who really got balls It ain't too many true ones left But you don't have to worry at all We sacrifice our lives Keep the movement on the rise Lift ya voice and sing, lift ya fist and swing Forever givin' you all we got [Verse 2: Paris] Another nigga dead, wig split by aggressors Choke the trigger make these pigs understand the message Keep your motherfuckin hands off all my brethren Make this gat cough, get up off this forced confession Make it plain so you understand the lesson Leave his racist ass guessin' with the smith and wesson All guerrilla from the sidelines, no concessions I'm providin' you these guidelines for the method One, don't engage a pig, 'less you have to Two, never tell 'em they can search, that's the worst move Three, fuck a protest bruh, this ain't the 60's, they could give a fuck and niggas get they ass whupped quickly Four, And since we on that protest shit, know you ain't protestin' if you askin’ permission Five, stop puttin’ all your business in the street, Facebook is just another way for police to infiltrate Six, stop trustin' the new, they'll go and tell, only let ya real folks know, remember cointel Seven, tearin’ up these small businesses just ain't the answer If you need to mob? Take a molotov to the chancellor Cause chances are your chances are hella slim To pay for college why the knowledge gotta be for them? Eight, never go toe-to-toe, keep it gunplay From a distance so that you can live to fight another day Nine, only get with the guilty for what they did, careful when you ride, never brutalize the innocent Ten, and keep it all an eye for an eye, listen, even if we blind, let the punishment fit the crime One, two, ah yep, yep, huh On blue, ah yep, yep, ah yep, yep It's all true, ah yep, yep, ah yep, yep We fall through, ah yep, yep, ah yep, now you know [Hook: Sandy Griffith] Hard truth, (Yeah) Is what we came to tell ya (That’s right) So recognize who really got balls It ain't too many true ones left (Uh-huh) But you don't have to worry at all We sacrifice our lives Keep the movement on the rise Lift ya voice and sing, lift ya fist and swing Forever givin' you all we got [Verse 3: Paris] Now look here, you can occupy these nuts I got 99 problems the percent ain't one No outcry when we die, you never noticed the plight Of brutal class oppression till recession ravaged the whites Now you fall in, we all in the same gang, right At least until these companies proceed to tell us they hirin' 'Til these companies again see that it's cheaper to fire And lie and kill the dreams of people simply tryin' to survive, and I'm tired But it's all good, we all good, when y'all good It's all good as long as struggle's all in the hood Call the cops, George, and profile, these negroes, we know how The story ends with skittles in my hand, no hope for survival I'm liable, to crack your motherfuckin' face And get to shootin’ then we'll see if you get a taste And see if you will see excuses as acceptable claims Or if you'll do to me what should be your solution for him P Motherfuckin' Dog, motherfuckin' "woof" I tear the roof off this motherfucka, hollerin' truth With no slapstick, or buck dance, no Flavs without the Chucks, man Y'all suck man, I'm seein' through the coonin' and the yuks man I'm seasoned, west coast motherfuckin' G Sucka Free, Cali Bred Revolutionary And it ain't no Sinatra wannabe in me Fuck peace, I cross 'em out and put a K for my Freedom, believe it So come on people "oh yeah" Join in the struggle "oh yeah" Fight for liberation "oh yeah" Every generation "oh yeah" So come on people "oh yeah" Join in the struggle "oh yeah" Fight for liberation "oh yeah" Every generation "oh yeah" Gun, pick up the gun, pick up the gun And put the pigs on the run, pick up the gun Know the game plan, look at how they always do us It's pistol politics, know the enemy is ruthless Gun, pick up the gun, pick up the gun And put the pigs on the run, pick up the gun Take a look around, recognize and take notice Stop the black on black violence and stay focused Gun, pick up the gun, pick up the gun And put the pigs on the run, pick up the gun Know the game plan, look at how they always do us It's pistol politics, know the enemy is ruthless Gun, pick up the gun, pick up the gun And put the pigs on the run, pick up the gun Take a look around, recognize and take notice Stop the black on black violence and stay focused