[Intro]
On the front lines of, of any war, uhm, if whoever's on the other side, that's who you shoot. Uh, you don't have time to negotiate, or say, "Okay, well that person looks a little bit like me, so I better not shoot him", etcetera, etcetera, 'cause that person is gonna shoot you
Dead Prez, Outlawz, come on!
[Chorus]
On the East side, we got the same (same) drama
On the South side, we got the same (same) drama
East side, we got the same (same) drama
So it's one side (one side)
One love, one thug, one nation
[Verse 1: Outlawz]
Now we could hop off onto some gangsta shit
And reverse this shit, and hit our real enemies (that's what I'm talkin' 'bout)
Nigga you look just like me
What sense do it make killing each other in 8th street?
(listen up) All these guns we got between us
We just point em the right way and come the fuck up
Dope, money, and turf ain't worth your life
Doing it for the struggle
That's how you earn your stripes
We all hungry like a muth'
Starving for the love
[?] them panthers, crips, and bloods see how they targeting us
Ignorant, yet intelligent, plus we all family
Nah, it ain't a gang to us
On the front lines of, of any war, uhm, if whoever's on the other side, that's who you shoot. Uh, you don't have time to negotiate, or say, "Okay, well that person looks a little bit like me, so I better not shoot him", etcetera, etcetera, 'cause that person is gonna shoot you
Dead Prez, Outlawz, come on!
[Chorus]
On the East side, we got the same (same) drama
On the South side, we got the same (same) drama
East side, we got the same (same) drama
So it's one side (one side)
One love, one thug, one nation
[Verse 1: Outlawz]
Now we could hop off onto some gangsta shit
And reverse this shit, and hit our real enemies (that's what I'm talkin' 'bout)
Nigga you look just like me
What sense do it make killing each other in 8th street?
(listen up) All these guns we got between us
We just point em the right way and come the fuck up
Dope, money, and turf ain't worth your life
Doing it for the struggle
That's how you earn your stripes
We all hungry like a muth'
Starving for the love
[?] them panthers, crips, and bloods see how they targeting us
Ignorant, yet intelligent, plus we all family
Nah, it ain't a gang to us
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