I'm King News and I come to you with the truth

The mean streets took six more lives overnight

All the result of gang-bang stupidity

One of your victims was a three year old girl

Well, you gang members, you still don't get it, do ya?

(With your badself)

It's straight up madness everywhere I look

Used to be a straight a student, now he's a crook

Robbing people just to smoke or shoot up

Used to have a crew cut, now he's a pooh-butt

Dropped out of school and he joins the neighborhood gang

Hanging on the streets selling 'caine

To his own people

Now when I say people I mean color

You a stupid mother-

Sisters, since we are the mothers of this earth

It's time we start being good mothers from the birth

Of our children, no time for sleeping

Teach them to fight and win for the right reason

It's your time, it's your life, live it

Proud to be black, young and gifted

Lifted by the knowledge and taking the right route

Gang violence needs to be whipped out.

One and the same

Everyone came in the same chains

Caught with the same aim

Brain games and names changed

To protect the innocent by-stander

Lies, slander and the master-planner

Destroy the black male

Crack jail and semi-automatic

For static if the crack fails

So since we all talk the same slang

Stop killin, my brother, cause we're all from the same gang

Don't you know we've got to put our heads together?

Make the change cause we're all in the same gang

Now as a youth I used to get my bang on

And on the ave get my part-time slang on

Doing time for me was no joke though

They knew I was crazy, so they labelled me Loco

Khakis creased, golf hat, feelin sporty

Low ridin and tossin up a forty

Thinkin in my mind that no one could handle us

The downest brothers ever touched Los Angeles

Bein' the pimps that we are

We're here to speak on a situation that has gone too far

Here at home in the ghettos of LA

Where a young black brother's not promised to see the next day

Cause we used to clock on the streets before we made beats

But fools just lay and prey on the weak

It don't depend on the color of a rag

Cause if you got what they want you know they gonna take what you have

Cause violence don't only revolve from drugs and thugs

And gangs that bang

Most times it's a political thang

Yeah, a couple of spots'll get popped

And if the government wanted to freeze it it could all get stopped

Ice-T rippin the microphone the way I do

Listen close, my brothers, cause I'm talkin to you

The problem is we got a suicidal lifestyle

Cause 90 percent of us are livin foul and wild

I say job, you say (bad joke

I rather jack another brother, watch the gun smoke)

Livin in the fast lane flippin like you're insane

You won't stop until your blood runs down the street drain

Don't you know we've got to put our heads together?

Stop the fighting

(Make the change)

Because we're all in the same gang

Yo, we're not here to preach because we're not ministers

We're telling like it is cause Ren and Dre is like sinister

Reality speaks for itself when it's spoken

A basehead cluck can't blame nobody for smoking

Yo, bullets flying, mothers crying, brothers dying

Lying in the streets, that's why we're trying

To stop it from falling apart and going to waste

And keeping a smile off of white face

Brothers killin' other brothers

I thought the idea was to love one another?

Open up the paper to one more death

If y'all keep this up then there'll be no one left

I try my best to set an example

Sayin hype lyrics over hip-hop samples

Not just a bragger to boast but to inform

Cause we're livin in the calm before the storm

I'm in a rage

Oh yeah? Yo, why is that G?

Other races, they say we act like rats in a cage

I tried to argue, but check it, every night in the news

We prove them suckers right and I got the blues

America

Get busy, Humpy

The red, the white, the blue and

The blue and the red

For Crips and Bloods

The white for who's got you doin

Time bustin caps on one another

The Underground's down for peace among brothers

Kill a black man?

What?

Yo, what are you retarded?

Tell em, Hump

Yo, do you work for the Klan?

Do what ya like

Unless you like gangbangin

Let's see how many brothers leave us hangin

Kickin on the ave 'bout a quarter to 9

All the homies gettin blind in an eight ball line

Now on this tip they started runnin at the lip

Jumped in their deuce and took a little trip

Hit the block about 12 on the tick

The windows went down and the nines went click

People started yellin, bodies started bailin

Bullets cold flyin sendin some to hell and

It's gotta stop, we don't need all the violence

Peace in the hood and a moment of silence

We got together not for ego or fame

We got involved cause we're all in the same gang

Last but not least, yo, Eazy's no sell-out

And if you can't hang in the streets, then get the hell out

I'm not tryin to tell ya what to do

You have your own freedom of choice who to listen to

You knew good from bad, fair from foul, right from wrong

Now your mother's singing that sad song

(My baby ain't never hurt nobody!)

But he still got smoked at BeBe's party

But you're not the first or the last

You're nothin but a short story from the past

You're dead now, not number one but a zero

Take notes from Eazy-E, the violent hero

Don't you know we've got to put our heads together?