Co-Operation Songtext
von Strong Arm Steady

Dead men tell no stories
Liars can′t live in the streets
Whatever plans God has for me
I'll cooperate instead of compete
We comin′ for 'em nigga, ain't no lookin′ back
Forward motion nigga, just remember that
We gon′ get 'em, get ′em
We gon' hit ′em, hit 'em
We gon′ get 'em, get 'em
We gon′ hit ′em, hit 'em


Evidence, tailor made is 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 buggin′
Look out, some call it livin' 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'll set you up, it′s your year
It's goin′ down, and when it does shed no tears
Sleep with both eyes open, and one in my ears
Ready, always scopin' 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 your crew, how you supposed to climb?
I guess keep your guard up, they fade out in due time

Dead men tell no stories
Liars can't live in the streets
Whatever plans God has for me
I'll cooperate instead of compete
We comin′ for ′em nigga, ain't no lookin′ back
Forward motion nigga, just remember that
We gon' get ′em, get 'em
We gon′ hit 'em, hit 'em
We gon′ get ′em, get 'em
We gon′ hit 'em, hit ′em


Why when a nigga from the West wear Dickies it's too bangin′
But when out-of-towners do it it's a fashion statement?
Why most DJ's out here say they support the West
Bump a song "Hump Day" and chump us out the rest?
How to blow under those conditions
I′m only known where the project chicks is livin′
Where the '96 Caprice on the spinners is driven
When Slick′s spittin', better know the hitmen is listenin′
That's who I kick it for, not the radio
My niggas is stuck in California level four
Who use hip-hop to motivate another day
Where the urban survival even if it cost a K
Stretchin′ yay, havin' to put a bitch they kinda like out on the blade
Steady gain through the killers and the dealers' pain
Some of us still got hard flame for slang

Dead men tell no stories
Liars can′t live in the streets
Whatever plans God has for me
I′ll cooperate instead of compete
We comin' for ′em nigga, ain't no lookin′ back
Forward motion nigga, just remember that
We gon' get ′em, get 'em
We gon' hit ′em, hit ′em
We gon' get ′em, get 'em
We gon′ hit 'em, hit ′em

Watch your colors homie, watch your slang
Watch how you make your fingers twist and change
A lot of brothers out here still ain't playin'
A lot of brothers out here still gangbang
Dilated wrong kind, S.D. to L.A
To the Bay, gotta say rest in peace to Mac Dre
Boyz-n-the-Hood shit, Menace II Society flow
Now the beats bang like colors on your radio
Crazy since the ′80s, now Kobe′s droppin' 81
On these rap tours, nightclubs to the stadium
Sick Angelino squad, savage ammunition strike
Strong Arm Steady gang, sedatives and stimuli
Backwood or bong, man we just killed a quarter
I′m a DJ advocate, toastin' fire water
With Krondon and Phil Da Agony choppin′ up the orders
Movin' big work with Mitchy Slick down by the border

Dead men tell no stories
Liars can′t live in the streets
Whatever plans God has for me
I'll cooperate instead of compete
We comin' for ′em nigga, ain′t no lookin' back
Forward motion nigga, just remember that
We gon′ get 'em, get ′em
We gon' hit ′em, hit 'em
We gon' get ′em, get ′em
We gon' hit ′em, hit 'em

Yeah nigga, Strong Arm Steady nigga
Yeah, West Coast is crackin′, don't get it fucked up
You see us on TV nigga, feel that
And Dilated, don′t get them fucked up neither
Feel that, my nigga Rakaa BK fill it
Up like a motherfucker nigga, haha