Keep Tha Peace - Kam

What was you expectin'?

We both checkin' knots

Buckin' shots, the Eastside’s no joke

So take a breather if you neither a G or a loc

And you can catch me in traffic

Dippin' on gold ones under short skirts like a Catholic

But some of y’all need to grow up

Set-trippin' when I pass by sayin' (What them niggas throw up?)

When they know where I’m from, I confuse 'em

Don’t play dumb, remember, um (He a Muslim)

Every day so I say 'don't get it twisted'

I’m talkin' bout your cap, ol' chap, if you missed it

But we only want peace

The real question is: who down to make war with this beast?

Now which side should I ride on?

Don’t blast, give your brother a pass, say 'A'ight, go on'

But be careful who ya hit up

Tryna get a rep but get that young ass lit up

So get up and stand up for this Black thang

And y’all brothers who gangbang, try to keep tha peace

So put yo' gun away, run away, 'cause I’m back (why)

Hit’em up, get’em up, spit’em up (now)

Stop the killing in the West and the East

For the sake of all the homies that’s resting in peace!

So put yo' gun away, run away, 'cause I’m back (why)

Hit’em up, get’em up, spit’em up (now)

Stop the killing from the West to the East

For the sake of all the homies that’s resting in peace!

Yeah, I know you wanna be a hog

And love doin' dirt just you and your road dog

On a hooride you glide, throwin' up ya sign

This is Eastside BGs dumpin' with the nine

On ya own kind for a strike, but let 'em be white

Then you pass by the ass wipe

Last night one time came thru the hood bustin'

Five-O is the ones I ain’t trustin'

Us in the ghetto got it bad already

But always wanna go to war over somethin' petty

Steady puttin' work in on another Asiatic

A semi-automatic, causin' crazy static

Among brothers of the same flesh and bone

Just say the wrong word and it’s on

A family feud, but this ain’t no game show

We just both got tricked by the same hoe

Oh, but now you ain’t down for no mission

On a crooked cop or a prejudice politician

Who you know can’t stand yo' guts

So stay home 'til you grow some nuts

And just keep tha peace

Now they say it’s on with the esés, right

But I know Chicano pride

So let’s raise better days in jail so I’m quiet

Tryin' not to get stuck in a race riot

I can’t buy it when I hear «That's the enemy!»

'Cause I’m knowin' down deep they’re some kin to me

Still I gots to defend mine

Between love and hate it’s a thin line

So I take it wit' a grain of salt

'Cause I’m really not knowin' who to blame or fault

For this tension I mention the skunk

Got crews cave-y, the blue-eyed punk

Playin' both sides against each other

Now that’s the real mutha…

You gotta join on to your own, the question is can we

Keep it all in the family

Stop lettin' outside people in your circle

And take away everything that you worked for

Show love to yourself if you’re willing

To stop the killer, we could stop the killing

And you can keep the peace

«I know you got little guns…

That little foolish thing you got in your pocket you need to be ashamed

But I’m saying to you that with all your weapons, you’re only hurting yourself

And our young people are dying in the streets of America

By the hundreds and by the thousands

And it ain’t white people killing us

It’s us killing one another»