Co-Operation - Strong Arm Steady, Dilated Peoples

Dead men tell no stories, liars can’t live in the street

Whatever plans God has for me, I’ll cooperate instead of compete

We coming for ‘em nigga, (Yeah!)

Ain’t no looking back (Yeah)

Forward motion nigga

Just remember that

We gon' get ‘em, get ‘em, we gon' hit ‘em, hit ‘em.

(No…No…No)

We gon' get ‘em get ‘em, we gon' hit ‘em, hit ‘em

(It's that CA all day…)

Evidence, Taylor Made, it’s custom

I heard if they smile too much don’t trust ‘em

I heard the phone’s no place for discussion

Just heard a click, either I’m bugged or bugging.

(Look out!)

Some call it living in fear

Believe most of what you see, some of what you hear

Don’t believe in ghosts?

The Lost Angel’s here

Don’t think your friends will set you up?

It’s your year — it’s going down

And when it does, shed no tears

Sleep with both eyes open, and one of my ears

Ready, always scoping one of my peers

I can sense the fake energy behind your cheers

I can slow the flow down, just to make it clear

Shift my gears, my enemies close in line

If you can’t trust none of your crew, how you supposed to climb

I guess keep your guard up, they fade out in due time

Why when a nigga from the West where Dickies it’s too bangin

But when out-of-towners do it, it’s a fashion statement (Fuck that!)

Why most DJs out here say they support the West

Bump us on Hump Day, but chump us out the rest

How to blow under those conditions?

I’m only known where the project chicks is living

Where the Ninety-Six Caprice’s on the spinners is driven

When Slick spitting better know the hitmen is listening

That’s who I kick it for — not the radio

My niggas is stuck with California Level Fours

To use hip-hop to motivate in other days

With the urban survival even if it causes decay

Stretching yay, having to put a bitch they kinda like, out on the blade

Steady Gang feel the killers and the dealers pain

Some of us still got hard flame for slang

(We gon' get ‘em…)

Watch you colors homie, watch your slang

Watch how you make your fingers twist and change

A lot of brothers out here still ain’t playing

A lot of blocks out here still gang bang

Dilated wrong kind, SD to LA

To the Bay, gotta say ‘Rest in Peace' to Mac Dre (R.I.P!)

Boyz in the Hood shit, Menance to Society flow

Now the beats bang like Colors on your radio

Crazy since the Eighties, now Kobe’s dropping eighty-one

On these rap tours, nightclubs to the stadium

Sick Angelino squad, savage ammunition strike

Strong Arm Steady Gang, sedatives and stimuli

Back with a bong, man we just killed a quarter

I’m a DJ advocate, toasting firewater

With Krondon and Phil Da Agony chopping up the orders

Moving big work with Mitchy Slick, down by the border

Yeah… nigga, Strong Arm Steady, nigga

Yeah, West Coast is cracking, don’t get it fucked up

And Dilated, don’t get them fucked up neither, yeah dat