Neighborhood Watch - Paris, T-K.A.S.H.

You can keep fightin', or you can go home

You can keep tryin', or get rolled on

I’ma keep ridin', 'cause when the funk is on

Most of these so-called rebels ain’t got they phones on

So I turn to the killers and the gangbangers

Teach 'em how change, doin' the same thang

Show a loc how to love himself

And how self-hate make you wanna slug yourself

Introduce him to the enemy that enemy made

And how the evil made 'em murder for the clique that he claim

When I see it all click in his brain

I put an clip in his hand and tell 'em, «Come on, it’s women to save»

You a young black warrior, raised in a battlefield

Some say soldier, trained with a strap to kill

But it ain’t no good if all you think about

Is shootin' up the area Blacks chill, and that’s real

Time to leave the wrong for right

Gotta make a change in my life

Shake all the stress and strife

And gain wealth with knowledge of self, baby

Settle down and raise a fam

And know about that master plan

That’s why we gotta understand

Nobody looking out for us but us, true baby

History and time have proved nobody cares

If you live life cool or you die but you

You ride for me homie, I’ma ride for you

Long as you understand who you bring the violence to

If you hard enough to murder for malt liquor and mean mugs

Mash on these bitch-ass cops who bring teens drugs

And politicians who pass laws that don’t do shit, keepin' streets corrupt

Keepin' us stuck

And trapped in that hell hole

I know the reason of the reason for the reason which your mind bases hell on

You ain’t gotta call hell home

If you think twice 'bout smokin' a brother for gettin' his mail on

Let me guess, you ain’t workin' for the white man?

Who you think you workin' for, sellin' white, man?

They lend you yayo, send you to jail

The hard truth of it spells the intent to fail, might as well

Time to leave the wrong for right

Gotta make a change in my life

Shake all the stress and strife

And gain wealth with knowledge of self, baby

Settle down and raise a fam

And know about that master plan

That’s why we gotta understand

Nobody looking out for us but us, true baby

Real G’s know the drama

From being nine years old seein' Five-O feelin' all on your momma

Smacked her hard, threw her in the back of the car

For some out of date tags on the car

That’s hard, real Crips know the real shit

Livin' with ya granny 'cause ya daddy ain’t never callin' or give shit

So of course, the anger from the pain just might be the blame

For niggas that get they wig split

Real Bloods know it’s hard to feel love

If daddy was there, but he threatened to kill us

And while we did homework, he just did drugs

Of course, I’ma flash red rags and give it up, nigga

Punk police, deadbeat daddies and crack

Are the reason many hated bein' black

It’s time to rise up, open your eyes up

To the people who created the trap and hate that, take that