Artist: DJ Kay Slay f/ Lil Cease, The Outlawz Album: Rhyme or Die Song: Bury the Hatchet Typed by: dynamite9383@yahoo.com [Tupac voiceover] The East Coast West Coast thing is something that the journalist and people are making up just to get paid off of so it could drag out So, they're perpetuating it so it could be drama When it all go down, don't look at me and Biggie and be like "Why is there a big East Coast West Coast war?" when you're shooting this to 300 countries Telling them about an East Coast West Coast war that they would never know exist So that's where information become a problem [Young Noble] Never got a chance to say goodbye to my comrade I would've took those and died for my comrades It's like the pain get deeper the more the time pass Pushing to the future can't rewind the past A few years back, I would've ran into Cease Bet we both would've throw down, we both could've squeeze Headline reads: "Noble and Lil Cease died from gun fire over the East and West beef" Fifteen years later and it's still ain't no peace And our niggas still gone, this is more than just a song Listen to my verse, it'll answer all your interviews You niggas watch me grow from a soldier to a general The rap game need this, East and West Coast need to see this Let our niggas rest in peace Put that bullshit behind us, do this for Pac and Big Poppa We riders from Brooklyn to Compton, we honor you [Chorus] First Pac died, then B.I.G. died Then Nas told us Hip-Hop died How we let this happen? Should've bring snap, the generation keep asking How we survived and get passed it? Had to keep on mashing It's bigger than some Peace Treaty shit Kay Slay said the rap game need this It's time we bury the hatchet This is history, long live the legacy Of Hip-Hop's two greatest MCs It's time to bury the hatchet [Lil Cease] Dear mama, my karma Cease A Leo, The Outlawz, no drama The wars we fought, struggle that we garnish And honor, we pay respect to Pac and Poppa I would've took a shot for B.I.G. any day Believe it or not I would've took one for Pac And that's real shit, that's the shit that real niggas do Niggas don't understand the pain that I'm going through And we ain't doing this for no money or no profit This is for Mrs. Shakur and Ms. Wallace All my real G's on the corners in the projects The real gangsta thug niggas and convicts And niggas saying that they wished B.I.G. and Pac was here They lying, if they was here, they wouldn't have careers This is history in the making, this is magic It's time to move on, bury the hatchet [Chorus] [E.D.I.] Pick up the pieces, pick up where we left off Easier said than done like trying to forget the Holocaust Or slavery, the damage is a done deal Blood shed tears spilled gun shots hitting on steel What's beef when you hit them niggas up and flee? West side, catch a flight back to the East Time is money, every minute is another million Being wasted destroying instead of building And like Carlito I'm just tryna hit that last score Stuck in position wishing I could fast forward Cause it's dues to be paid, debts is owed Old allies turn to new foes And vice versa, Slay commissioned it, who else could deliver it? Ply nigga could picture this Prolly should've buried the hatchet with the homies Better late than never, that's what a OG told me [Chorus]