Artist: South Central Cartel + more * Album: South Central Cartel Presents: Murder Squad Nationwide Song: No Peace Typed By: haythamtahir@gmail.com * Ant Banks, Boss, Dori, Ice-T, Powerlord JEL, Spice-1, Treach [Intro: Dori] Everytime I cut on my TV; one of my black brothers has been smoked And they say it's a truce; Look! they don't want No Peace! [Prodeje - South Central Cartel] Hanging on the back streets, chilling with the OGs S.C. to the grave and it's on for the OZs Young brothers wanna run up, better put your guns up Prodeje'll get your punk-ass done up Cartel ain't tripping, Prodeje's never slipping When all the BGs started riffing Where you from fool? - it's the same game Buck Buck from the nines everyday, it's the same thang [Young Prodeje - South Central Cartel] Raised on the South Central blocks No P-E-A-C-E (POW!!) from another glock As I moved from the M-U-R-D-E-R Squad Freeze up, Gs up (WHY?) gangsters living hard Young Prod' don't slow down; the old fashioned hold down Roadies and moonkeys, 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 [Havoc - South Central Cartel] I keep my black glock COCKED! As I bail down your block; buck seventeen shots (BOO YAA!) One Eighty Seven dropped death row fool on a solo Khakis on Ya-Yo (Where you from Hav?) -- The South Central Trizzip the rizzip, cause I.. G-slide as reward the Westside you died (No Peace) as I clump (Run Punk!) it's a smoke Gs rule the streets (Really Dough!) I'ma Loc As I crip to a Blood and I blood to a Crip Get your ass straight ripped by the Squad if you set-trip -- Fool! [Ice-T] I've been waiting down for a long time Long crime, long ends, long cash, you're talking about mine? Kid, you did a bid and you came home coquette You're twenty three baby boy, you're talking about O.G. HUH! I'm thirty four, I use gats to score Gag and tying whores in the backs of the jewellery stores G-rides, I'm talking about two, thought you knew One to work with, one to ride on to the crew But nowadays brothers wanna flip, set-trip It ain't even Bloods, it's straight Crips killing Crips [Powerlord JEL - Rhyme Poetic Mafia] Lord JEL ain't never gonna cease Cause I guess my peace; like shooting from the back seat When I'm in my ride, I'm coming out to come and pay you chumps Powerlord is packing fifty rounds for you little punks When it's on, you hear my crew coming through Won't be in red or a brother that's ragging blue Cause I just flex and break necks Cause my sets are all Mexicans so don't forget [Chorus: Dori] X2 Oh! they don't want 'No Peace' for a brother The brothers in the streets don't want No Peace! [Spice 1 - The Dangerous Crew] Smoking up on a bomb I keep my calm, trying not to be a villain Trying to keep my cool like an O.G. when fools yelling Oh! what should I do? Cause there's a buster in the crowd talking bad about my whole crew I'm ready to do a walk-by at my own show On these fools in the audience cause they don't know How to act and enjoy themselves So let the pigs come along and destroy the sets Smog down the block, I gotta carry a nine Cause niggaz don't want No Peace, they wanna jack for mine But I'm a G like this song So I take a gangster hit from the bong -- and parlay [Ant Banks - T.W.D.Y.] They don't want 'No Peace' so I'ma pack a piece Rolling way deep in the cut on the back streets Mobbing with my homies, everybody is strapped Cause there's always a fool trying to peel your cap But in Oakland; they ain't really tripping on the blue or the red Just get caught slipping, catch two to the head They don't want 'No Peace' man, they want funk So let it jump, young punk, you can pop the trunk And let freedom reign like it should be Twenty years in the pen, it's all good G Now, what I'm saying is you don't have to fade your brothers Be a G and stop going out like suckers [Boss] It's that chick they call B-O-to the double dollar sign They don't want 'No Peace' F-A-G Only dollar minds and nine millimeter Then again I be packing all sorts of clips Roll up and shoot you off on your own front porch and trip It's unfortunate, dig it, the rules of survival Loc-up and smoke-up; for that sucker gets be a rival The psycho passed the rocks, get my kill on, beef is still on And I think is that you picked the wrong-ass chick on the peace song Get up out the dodge, if you're stepping to the Murder Squad On the nine five, bring it on, face to face and.. Boss stepped out, I'm leaving a shout-out to the Organization [Treach - Naughty By Nature] Yo! P.E.A.C.E some kid done hit; slit down the razer blade Then landed in an alcohol river Now that ass in some trouble, I stubble out with a trigger Clenches to get some britches in a new day and a new way So mother motherfuck what the news say The lesser rising brothers got no kind of danks Forget running our hoods; our hoods are running fucking banks It's stolen tanks, or rolling thicker than that stank Looking to rank, huh! huh! you think we ain't? This is the Killa Cali' Rally and the East Coast connection Invasion - taking over this nation This stolen country had better get real Before our kids start practicing drive-bys on big wheels On big wheels.. on big wheels [Chorus: Dori X2]