Back in 1992 I didn't realize that this had become such a hypocrisy. Until one day, about three years ago, I was at the mall, sippin' on a milkshake, minding my business, taking a break. A crew of corny white boys tried to step to me. So of course I pulled out my glock and started spraying bullets everywhere. People started scattering, babies screaming, etc etc. Anyway, this one punk-ass cracker is lying in front of the Foot Locker wounded. So I squeezed one into his chest, and one in his head. (ALWAYS put one in the brain!) As I turned away, I said, "Peeeeace!" And then I paused. I felt like such a hypocrite. Large Pro was right all along.
PEACE! Piece of what?
You can't mean P.E.A.C.E.
Cause I've seen people on the streets
Shoot the next man and turn around and say peace
But that's leaving people in pieces
It's not what the meaning of peace is
To me it means the absence of all confusion
Not the oozing and brusing
That we're all so accumstomed to
Your friend got beef? I'll bust him too
What a brother from a certain way of life explained to me once, dunce
He didn't realize the fact that
He and myself were brothers on the same rope
Now last month he got hemmed up, huh, that's all she wrote