Strength of a Nation Vol. 1
Track: 8
Title: Don’t Fight No More
Artist: Luc Duc Feat. Cuban Link & Bull Dog
Ya, boy its hard out here man
So much chaos out here on the street man
I don’t understand why all these brothers can’t get together
And get money man
Feed their families man
Aint that what it’s all about
I remember back in the day
When we used to settle our differences
With just throwing hands
Now we be about that gun play
Do you understand the consequences of a gun
CHORUS
Tell me why Don’t fight no more
Don’t value their life no more
Care about wrong or right no more
Tell me why Don’t fight no more
Don’t value their life no more
Care about wrong or right no more
Tell me why
I creep deep in the streets
where if you sleep you ‘d be 6 feet deep
I saw jealousy and tasted envy mixed with greed
Chickens pretend to be your friends for your chips and weed
Tricks up their sleeve that you wouldn’t’ believe
So I keep my peeps close that’s my clip and my piece
With a barrel that rotates @ 360 degrees
So you can front all you want son
And think that you sweet Cause when it’s on
Them guns talk them lips don’t speak
A straight G to me getting paid is the key
On my P’s a Q’s got this locked from A to Z
I done paid my dues why y’all still hatin me
I’m makin moves while y’all debating the beef
All I can do is try to change I was raised in the streets
But ain’t no rules in this game so I’m playin keeps
I’m out for loot ---- the fame cop a place on the beach
Don’t make me blaze the heat and lift you off your feet
For real
CHORUS
Tell me why Don’t fight no more
Don’t value their life no more
Care about wrong or right no more
Tell me why don’t fight no more
Don’t value their life no more
Care about wrong or right no more
Tell me why
Got to stay strapped
Aint no fightin I’m comin Where your head at
Aint no slippin got enemies
From way back Sooner or later it’s payback
I don’t rob bustas for doe they ain’t gonna pay it back
Dead bodies and blood shed where their head at
Sizin me their whole family getting sprayed black
On they wolf ticket player haters say that
brothers don’t fight no more they bust gats
Survival of the fittest is it about who’s the realist
God gave us life but we chose to kill it
This thing is deep kill or be killed on these cold streets
That’s why we can’t trust the police
And we hold heat you only get one chance
Better play for keeps in the street the strong
Prey on the heat their bringing guns to a fist fight
Slip and lose your life
CHORUS
The brass knuckles these days gets cut for the tussle
Forget a switchblade soldiers droppin K’s for the muscle
No --- this hard bubblin full of steam
If I get you you get me Be the rules of the street
Straight Babylon borthers killin brothers
--- killin --- petty politicians media full of ---
Petty cussin in the streets school ran by freaks
Preachers steady creepin living good beef for cheap
Forget the world Sick of my brothers dieing
Sick of mama’s crying sick of the president
Sick of the hard times forget peace
is what my brothers sing in the hood
It ain’t all good Things just ain’t all good
CHORUS
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