Naughty By Nature — Flags

[Hook: Bilal] Mama don't cry for me, Papa don't feel bad Code of the streets, gotta keep my bang to the bang back So I rep my hood, my city, my borough, thoroughly That's all we have [Verse 1: Jaihem] Father if you still listening, we hope our prayers make it up to heaven If we fall then we're not forgotten don't let our lil' brothers end up like we did Let them grow up and get a job Don't let them grow up behind bars, trying to be hard Oh, Father can you swiffen my feet Repping the wrong color on the wrong street with no heat Rocking Dickies and Chukkas, bandannas my brothers My haters or lovers we still got each other We twist our hands up and pull our pants up Walk this way throw your flag and your set up [Hook] Mama don't cry for me, Papa don't feel bad Code of the streets that we gotta keep, they bang so we got to bang back So I rep my hood, my city, my borough, my family thoroughly That's all we have You gotta cook the beef or you don’t eat That’s why we fly our flags [Verse 2: Treach] I heard you mob and you're moody, you jacking for jewelry You banging and beasting with your tats and your toolies Banging for bounty you're too young for the nineties Were you dumping with the G-Reps or jumped-in in the county Shooting by the roof and scraping is what's happening Niggas real and 'bout it so [Gun Onomatopoeia] and they cracking If you going out tonight get your pistol and your rifle Pray to the father and sell your soul to the cycle You coming nigga, listen no bouncing and no bitching Cooking by the kitchen, flags and finger flipping Living without growing, killing without blowing This gang is a gun it's either given or chosen Trying to get the trigger strapped, trying to get these niggas back Worst part of the deal it won't help bring our nigga back Tell your babies that you love her, kiss your mama before you leave her Hug her like you need her, case this is the last time you see her [Hook] [Verse 3: Treach] The streets are so slick, they’re greasy, yes indeedy, feed the needy Easy to murder if you’re hungry or greedy, gang sets in graffiti I mean, we mean like Idi Amin, I mean I finna' a track a treaty Take my warrants to Tahiti Throw up your flags like soccer, nothing but war on TV R.I.P Apache up in heaven in a platinum teepee Aggressive is the message, No lessons without the effort Bang bang live by the gun, dye by the gun, it's a flag thing