Chorus

How many gonna raise they seed

How many gonna blow that weed

How many gonna slang that dope

When we know it's hope we really need

How many gonna make 'em bleed

How many gonna make 'em freeze

How many gonna push that weight

Do anything it take to get that cheese



See 'em everyday get hit with a charge

Now they gotta go toe to toe on the yard

Know it's kinda hard behind them bars

20 to life and you full of the strife

'Cuz you know you gotta fight for life

'Cuz if you life by the gun, die by the gun

Came from the slums where it ain't no fun

Somebody killed her only son

Who's gonna take his place, no one

Really don't matter 'bout the color or race

When the bullets start to fly all thru the place

Shorty got shot with a chrome 45

Hurt me to my heart, can't tell no lie

How many mommas out here gotta cry

How many kids out here gotta die

Lost in the streets got tears in their eyes

Tell 'em make the peace, can you feel me, right

uh-hua, okay, no how no way

Talk about politicians, that's why nobody wanna listen

Everybody from the money maker to the player hater

Wanna be a peace maker, if it ain't about makin' the peace

Or savin' the streets, Baby boy see ya later

But now it's me and Marquise bringin' peace to the streets

D.C.P. and Young Wiz-e, makin' the peace

Cause the violence to ceace' cuz that's the way that it's gotta be

You heard, Makin' the peace cause the violence to cease

'Cuz that's the way that it's gotta be



45 Clint Eastwood, pop killas in the hood

Dirty boy flow, got folks in the wood

Know where I'm from, cats spit straight fire

Come on the block to make sure you die

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