Cappadonna - One Four Love Pt. 2 Lyrics
[shyheim]The precinct is crooked, my man got grabbed upHad cracks on him worth about a bulletThey just took it, asked him questions like, "where's the guns?"They tried to cheat him to tell them where was unThe god ten deep in a red fifteen passengerGuns out when they jumped out, pointed at usHere comes, what they call a procedureSlammin us against a gate, cuffin us before they beat us[channel live]It's like they can't trust us, they wanna bust usAnd crush us, they sayin f' us, there's no peace, no just-usThey claim to protect us, they serve and they wreck usNever respect us, arrest us and always stress usTo see the devil die is my purpose of to live upSelf-determinance is the must, i practice kool g jog-a-leosFree your mind and yo ******* is sure to followAnd free will come to lock it down, look out for tips thats hollow[wise intelligent (of poor righteous teachers)]It's p.i.t. suprenoMix it down, dedicated to steve felicianoDirectored that steam and gouge dannoF' the five-oh pronto, cuz i knowFirst head to take the white and burst leadNever did but might have to do itLies twenty-five, hollow shots in a pro-active unit7-a, m-j, stop the bs movement, that's how we do itMobilize the people, conscious *niggas* get to it[chorus: mos def (of black star)]My people unite and let's all get downWe got to have one love, peace and understandinOne god, one love, one lifeOne aim, one voice, one fight[chorus 2: mos def]My people unite, hop up and do a rightWe got to have one love, peace and understandinOne god, one love, one lifeOne aim, one voice, one fightMy people unite, hop up and do a right (echoes)Keep it tight y'all, do it right y'all[cappadonna]Yo, forget police brutality, i worked for a salaryAnd did time for a crime i didn't commitThey tried to beat me in my head, make a brotha submitHit me in the face with sticks, lockin me down for bein aroundStill remember, never surrender into the beastThe man, peace for dialloMy reality is to fight back police brutality[crunch lo (of othorized f.a.m.)]Mr. officer got my trapped in a dark corridorLong hallway, they in luck with the gunplaySwing knight sticks, run thicker than bloods and cripsHarass mad cats and it don't make senseRoll around in dark tints, fiendin to match finger printsSearch me down everyday and you still ain't content[rock (of heltah skeltah)]Oh-oh-oh-ohCalm your nerves down, bop your heads too highLet 'em know rock, stop wonderin why you keep gettin knockedCuz you a part time dealer, prob'ly a part time popsNot a part time killer, but them dudes is full time copsMake a hustle stupid, you half *ass* black actsStack, use your head for than a hat rack, jackStart runnin your life instead of runnin the streetsRunnin your mouth, oh yeah, stop runnin from beasts[chorus x4]
