don't talk it, put it down, homie
You got to hold it down, don't talk it,
Have you ever had a lesson from an
From a nigga that's been in the war?
Been locked up longer than I've
And his crime is defending the poor
And they can tell you about death
But most of all they tell you about sacrifice
And they can tell you if a woman ain't
with you when you're down
when the struggle you in?
You wanna have a good time,
When the pigs come down on the block,
what the fuck were you then?
Now you wanna get high with me,
then maybe we can start a fire
Rule number one, when we ride,
There's a role for every man
Even when the shit hit the fan
Anything get out of hand, we still stand
Or can we comrades and struggle
Sacrifice my life in combat for you
So you know I gotta love you
I'm down for my brothers and sisters
Fuck the system, bust your pistols
And just put a rag on your face
You don't want no satellites
Any comfort within is not something you pretend,
A lot of niggas be talking that shit
they'll be going to win, homie
Can't be no coward, gotta get this power
gotta know yourself and your enemy
can't tell by no handshake
Doing what you gotta do for the crusade
By definition of a soldier, revolutionary
ready for whatever, nigga
but prepare for the worst
Stay aware, be alert, bomb first, no pity
Don't talk it, put it down
Homie, tell me, are you down?
Don't talk it, put it down
Homie, tell me, are you down?