First to 100 - Jet 2

Killing your brother over streets you moved on as a kid

I guess the purpose of gang banging was

Originally formed to protect the neighborhood with a clique

Am I right?

Formed because racism was chasing us into the slums

Making us carry guns just to protect your blood brother from seeing blood

Protect your cousin from being crippled

Like we came together to dodge the bullet but hit the missile

Wherever we came from

I’m aware those days done enough damage against us as a race

But it’s only the beginning of the problems we face

Rep yo set, yo hood, that’s great

But anyone can pull the trigger

But it takes real power to consider

It’s 20−15.

We watch movies in 3D now

Black on black crime is weak now

Hmm

It doesn’t make you any less of a thug if you come together with your neighbor

Your brother to share ideas, make money

Teach children of love amongst one another

Be strong, lift weights, create

One hundred black men gone

One hundred black men acting on request to burrrr

Leave shells all over your block like what is your gas tank on?

And yeah, we know you go hard from the am to the pm

And you’ll spray him when you see him

But it takes much more courage to pray with him instead of beat him

We murder kids, but it’s thugging to play with ‘em and feed ‘em

We got enough assault from police, you really in these streets

If you can reach the youth and teach them

What happened to being inspired by gangsters like Martin Luther King

Who broke rules just so we can dream

Just because he had a dream

Not so that I can whack yo' mans off because he mad at me

But actually be a team

That’s what being in a gang really means

We all a gang of people trying to meet needs

We all a gang of people trying to eat

We all a gang-banging on the doors of success

And every color we represent only shows the passion we express

I can blast this thirty-eight through your chest

But I think this time, I’ll give you a pass

Let’s put our heads together and do the math

Yeah, it’ll give me stripes to go to jail

But let’s turn our jails into school and our cells into class

Let’s turn our shells into cash

Meaning the next time I shoot, it’ll be a bunch of dead presidents in your bag

So go ahead, sag your pants, it’s a symbol you can’t be f**ked with

Trust me, I understand

But on the other hand, it’s not how many bodies you killed that makes you a man

One hundred men empowered, one hundred men coming together to exceed expectation

Each one teach one, the one taught reach one

And eventually it will make Kings and Queens out of each of us

Forget Hollywood, the real stars are in the hood

Let’s turn our hood into the promise land and I promise man

Everyone will wanna follow our culture

It’s time to cultivate minds to grow and make minds grow

And make minds grow a hundred times

In a hundred days and a hundred nights