Peace Treaty Murs & Fashawn
"Peace Treaty" by Murs & Fashawn is a #HipHop track from 2014 that explores themes of unity, resilience, and the struggles of life in the urban landscape. The lyrics convey a message of hope and reconciliation amidst adversity. Musically, it features smooth beats and thoughtful verses, highlighting the artists' lyrical prowess and camaraderie. The song emphasizes the importance of community and healing in the face of challenges.
[Verse 1: Murs]
This sound like summertime, sound like a picnic
Bloods and crips at the park just kicking it
You ain't from my city if you never heard of 'key the rock'
You ain't from my city if you never heard of Cedar Block
Havin' birthday parties up at Kenneth, huh
It's all about the kids so we all get along
Chillin' with your red or blue fitted on
Even though it's a powder keg that we sittin' on
Oh, it's a fight? Then everybody fighting
We all jumpin' in even if we don't like it
If you from the block then you got his back
If that's how you rock then holla back
And don't nobody want no problems, Jack
A game of dominoes, and a lot of yak
Been a minute since the riots and all of that
Nine deuce truce, about time that we brought it back
[Hook: Kam]
(Niggas showin' up, from this gang and that gang
Nobody set-trippin', 'cause it's a black thang
Niggas showin' up, from this gang and that gang
Nobody set-trippin', 'cause it's a black thang
Blue and red everywhere, look how strong we are)
[Verse 2: Fashawn]
Sound like Grizzly city in the summer, don't it?
Whip out the 5 point 0, swing another donut
You ain't from my city if you never heard of 'First Street'
You ain't from my city if you never heard of 'Chris' Meat'
Fool, birthdays up in Homespark
Khaki's with overblown starch
Throw 'em from the shoulders with the little homie
Show' em he ain't gotta let his chrome spark
Back in 9-2
Every young nigga I knew, bang red or blue
Every young killer I knew had a bulletproof
But why at the barbecue we had to let it loose?
Huh, really? I'm not interested in the drama
Wait a sec, just spotted my next baby mama
I'mma, marinate with this 40 ounce
Later I be layin' up in shorty house, fool
This sound like summertime, sound like a picnic
Bloods and crips at the park just kicking it
You ain't from my city if you never heard of 'key the rock'
You ain't from my city if you never heard of Cedar Block
Havin' birthday parties up at Kenneth, huh
It's all about the kids so we all get along
Chillin' with your red or blue fitted on
Even though it's a powder keg that we sittin' on
Oh, it's a fight? Then everybody fighting
We all jumpin' in even if we don't like it
If you from the block then you got his back
If that's how you rock then holla back
And don't nobody want no problems, Jack
A game of dominoes, and a lot of yak
Been a minute since the riots and all of that
Nine deuce truce, about time that we brought it back
[Hook: Kam]
(Niggas showin' up, from this gang and that gang
Nobody set-trippin', 'cause it's a black thang
Niggas showin' up, from this gang and that gang
Nobody set-trippin', 'cause it's a black thang
Blue and red everywhere, look how strong we are)
[Verse 2: Fashawn]
Sound like Grizzly city in the summer, don't it?
Whip out the 5 point 0, swing another donut
You ain't from my city if you never heard of 'First Street'
You ain't from my city if you never heard of 'Chris' Meat'
Fool, birthdays up in Homespark
Khaki's with overblown starch
Throw 'em from the shoulders with the little homie
Show' em he ain't gotta let his chrome spark
Back in 9-2
Every young nigga I knew, bang red or blue
Every young killer I knew had a bulletproof
But why at the barbecue we had to let it loose?
Huh, really? I'm not interested in the drama
Wait a sec, just spotted my next baby mama
I'mma, marinate with this 40 ounce
Later I be layin' up in shorty house, fool
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