We're All In The Same Gang

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?