Outlawz
1Nation
[Intro]
On the front lines of, of any war, uhm, if whoever's on the other side, that's who you shoot. Uh, you don't have time to negotiate, or say, "Okay, well that person looks a little bit like me, so I better not shoot him", etcetera, etcetera, 'cause that person is gonna shoot you

Dead Prez, Outlawz, come on!

[Chorus]
On the East side, we got the same (same) drama
On the South side, we got the same (same) drama
East side, we got the same (same) drama
So it's one side (one side)
One love, one thug, one nation

[Verse 1: Outlawz]
Now we could hop off onto some gangsta shit
And reverse this shit, and hit our real enemies (that's what I'm talkin' 'bout)
N***a you look just like me
What sense do it make killing each other in 8th street?
(listen up) All these guns we got between us
We just point em the right way and come the fuck up
Dope, money, and turf ain't worth your life
Doing it for the struggle
That's how you earn your stripes
We all hungry like a muth'
Starving for the love
[?] them panthers, crips, and bloods see how they targeting us
Ignorant, yet intelligent, plus we all family
Nah, it ain't a gang to us
Outlawz, RBG, mask and gloves
Gotta stick to the [?], can't change it up
East, west, north, south, it's all the same to us
We all strugglin' and hustlin' to get us a cut

[Chorus]
On the North side, we got the same drama
On the South side, we got the same drama
On the West side, we got the same drama
So it's one side, one love, one thug, one nation

[Verse 2]
[Dead Prez]
Back in 93' I was in Chi-town, the south side
And all hoods look the same from the outside
Bill Clinton came through on some gangsta' shit
Starting making up laws that would change some shit
Starting giving three strikes, n***as hangin' quick
And if you bang with your clique it's the same, that's sick
It's life, violent crime with the gun or the knife, and you gone
Writing letters to your son and your wife, and it's on

[Outlawz]
G's up, all sides rally the troops
Load up the weapon, we all rippin' and ready to shoot
Twenty-one gun salute
Operating under thug laws, [?] like army troops
No warning, sharp steps silent wit' da pistol
Held responsible, it's honor, I promise you it's the principle
We live and we die by revolutionary black gangstas
The move is the code that we abide by
Chorus:
On the North side, we got the same drama
On the South side, we got the same drama
On the West side, we got the same drama
So it's one side, one love, one thug, one nation

[Verse 3: Dead Prez]
I'm worldwide, bona fide, and I'm silent (yep)
Born to be a ridah, I tried, I can't hide it (nope)
I love being me, I swear there ain't nothing like it
All my life I been fightin' (fighting)
Sorta like Tyson (Tyson)
Been around the globe never bit never folded (nope)
It is what it is, and that's exactly how I told it
Naww, it ain't over, it ain't neva' gon' be over
Young cash I'm a soldier (yeahhh!)

No man know it all, gotta grind before you ball
They committed to your cause, handle bidness, protocol
Plan, plot, strategize, only n***as that'll ride
Two of America's most wanted, unified
In the struggle, dramas, commas, same problems
From Oakland to Brooklyn, Atlanta to Harlem
But dis side, we throwin' up black fists with pride and honor
'Cause we hip to divide and conquer
[ part of last line echoes ]
Divide and conquer
Divide and conqeur