Pistol Politics - Sandy Griffith, Paris

Mic checka one, two, welcome to the movement

Nut check on this hollywood gangsta coonin'

On deck, still freedom fightin' for improvement

From a vet, do or die, sucka free I’m ruthless

Everyday we see the way they always do us

The 99% is talkin', but does that include us?

9 times out of 10 our problems deal with shootin'

I got 99 problems but I can’t confuse 'em

The real shit is who dies and who’s cryin'

Whose lives always touched in the clutch of violence

Immortalized on a t-shirt, hear the sirens

Hella straps for these young cats, who supply 'em?

All I care about is violence in our neighborhoods

It’s all silence when it comes to stifilin' the hoods

It’s all silence when it comes to violence in the hood

Cryin' Trayvon but everyday it’s on in blood

I say, to ya face, what about the blappin'

No applause, what’s the cause for these niggas clappin'?

Is it the message these off brand cats is rappin'?

I’m spittin' hard truth to you, nigga put THAT in

I never run, stay about my business

Take this black on black thang back before we end us

Make this blue on black activate the soldier in us

Make it motivate us to eliminate the menace

Hard truth, is what we came to tell ya

So recognize who really got balls

It ain’t too many true ones left

But you don’t have to worry at all

We sacrifice our lives

Keep the movement on the rise

Lift ya voice and sing, lift ya fist and swing

Forever givin' you all we got

Another nigga dead, wig split by aggressors

Choke the trigger make these pigs understand the message

Keep your motherfuckin hands off all my brethren

Make this gat cough, get up off this forced confession

Make it plain so you understand the lesson

Leave his racist ass guessin' with the smith and wesson

All guerrilla from the sidelines, no concessions

I’m providin' you these guidelines for the method

One, don’t engage a pig, 'less you have to

Two, never tell 'em they can search, that’s the worst move

Three, fuck a protest bruh, this ain’t the 60's

They could give a fuck and niggas get they ass whupped quickly

Four, And since we on that protest shit, know you ain’t protestin' if you

askin' permission

Five, stop puttin' all your business in the street

Facebook is just another way for police to infiltrate

Six, stop trustin' the new, they’ll go and tell

Only let ya real folks know, remember COINTEL

Seven, tearin' up these small businesses just ain’t the answer

If you need to mob?

Take a molotov to the chancellor

Cause chances are your chances are hella slim

To pay for college why the knowledge gotta be for them?

Eight, never go toe-to-toe, keep it gunplay

From a distance so that you can live to fight another day

Nine, only get with the guilty for what they did

Careful when you ride, never brutalize the innocent

Ten, and keep it all an eye for an eye

Listen, even if we blind, let the punishment fit the crime

One, two, ah yep, yep, huh

On blue, ah yep, yep, ah yep, yep

It’s all true, ah yep, yep, ah yep, yep

We fall through, ah yep, yep, ah yep, now you know

Hard truth, (Yeah)

Is what we came to tell ya (That's right)

So recognize who really got balls

It ain’t too many true ones left (Uh-huh)

But you don’t have to worry at all

We sacrifice our lives

Keep the movement on the rise

Lift ya voice and sing, lift ya fist and swing

Forever givin' you all we got

Now look here, you can occupy these nuts

I got 99 problems the percent ain’t one

No outcry when we die, you never noticed the plight

Of brutal class oppression till recession ravaged the whites

Now you fall in, we all in the same gang, right

At least until these companies proceed to tell us they hirin'

'Til these companies again see that it’s cheaper to fire

And lie and kill the dreams of people simply tryin' to survive, and I’m tired

But it’s all good, we all good, when y’all good

It’s all good as long as struggle’s all in the hood

Call the cops, George, and profile, these negroes, we know how

The story ends with skittles in my hand, no hope for survival

I’m liable, to crack your motherfuckin' face

And get to shootin' then we’ll see if you get a taste

And see if you will see excuses as acceptable claims

Or if you’ll do to me what should be your solution for him

P Motherfuckin' Dog, motherfuckin' «woof»

I tear the roof off this motherfucka, hollerin' truth

With no slapstick, or buck dance, no Flavs without the Chucks, man

Y’all suck man, I’m seein' through the coonin' and the yuks man

I’m seasoned, west coast motherfuckin' G

Sucka Free, Cali Bred Revolutionary

And it ain’t no Sinatra wannabe in me

Fuck peace, I cross 'em out and put a K for my Freedom, believe it

So come on people «oh yeah»

Join in the struggle «oh yeah»

Fight for liberation «oh yeah»

Every generation «oh yeah»

So come on people «oh yeah»

Join in the struggle «oh yeah»

Fight for liberation «oh yeah»

Every generation «oh yeah»

Gun, pick up the gun, pick up the gun

And put the pigs on the run, pick up the gun

Know the game plan, look at how they always do us

It’s pistol politics, know the enemy is ruthless

Gun, pick up the gun, pick up the gun

And put the pigs on the run, pick up the gun

Take a look around, recognize and take notice

Stop the black on black violence and stay focused

Gun, pick up the gun, pick up the gun

And put the pigs on the run, pick up the gun

Know the game plan, look at how they always do us

It’s pistol politics, know the enemy is ruthless

Gun, pick up the gun, pick up the gun

And put the pigs on the run, pick up the gun

Take a look around, recognize and take notice

Stop the black on black violence and stay focused