Dilated Peoples - Co-Operation lyrics

[Hook] Dead men tell no stories, liars can't live in the street Whatever plans God has for me, I'll cooperate instead of compete We coming for ‘em n***a, (Yeah!) Ain't no looking back (Yeah) Forward motion n***a Just remember that We gon' get ‘em, get ‘em, we gon' hit ‘em, hit ‘em. (No...No...No) We gon' get ‘em get ‘em, we gon' hit ‘em, hit ‘em [Evidence] (It's that CA all day...) Evidence, Taylor Made, it's custom I heard if they smile too much don't trust ‘em I heard the phone's no place for discussion Just heard a click, either I'm bugged or bugging. (Look out!) Some call it living in fear Believe most of what you see, some of what you hear Don't believe in ghosts? The Lost Angel's here Don't think your friends will set you up? It's your year - it's going down And when it does, shed no tears Sleep with both eyes open, and one of my ears Ready, always scoping one of my peers I can sense the fake energy behind your cheers I can slow the flow down, just to make it clear Shift my gears, my enemies close in line If you can't trust none of your crew, how you supposed to climb I guess keep your guard up, they fade out in due time [Hook] [Mitchy Slick] Why when a n***a from the West where Dickies it's too bangin But when out-of-towners do it, it's a fashion statement (f** that!) Why most DJs out here say they support the West Bump us on Hump Day, but chump us out the rest How to blow under those conditions? I'm only known where the project chicks is living Where the Ninety-Six Caprice's on the spinners is driven When Slick spitting better know the hitmen is listening That's who I kick it for - not the radio My n***as is stuck with California Level Fours To use hip-hop to motivate in other days With the urban survival even if it causes decay Stretching yay, having to put a b**h they kinda like, out on the blade Steady Gang feel the k**ers and the dealers pain Some of us still got hard flame for slang [Hook] [Rakaa] (We gon' get ‘em...) Watch you colors homie, watch your slang Watch how you make your fingers twist and change A lot of brothers out here still ain't playing A lot of blocks out here still gang bang Dilated wrong kind, SD to LA To the Bay, gotta say ‘Rest in Peace' to Mac Dre (R.I.P!) Boyz in the Hood sh**, Menance to Society flow Now the beats bang like Colors on your radio Crazy since the Eighties, now Kobe's dropping eighty-one On these rap tours, nightclubs to the stadium Sick Angelino squad, savage ammunition strike Strong Arm Steady Gang, sedatives and stimuli Back with a bong, man we just k**ed a quarter I'm a DJ advocate, toasting firewater With Krondon and Phil Da Agony chopping up the orders Moving big work with Mitchy Slick, down by the border [Outro - Mitchy Slick] Yeah...n***a, Strong Arm Steady, n***a Yeah, West Coast is cracking, don't get it f**ed up And Dilated, don't get them f**ed up neither, yeah dat