Tarib Kweri — Stand To The Side ryrics

[Kweri]
Go right to reft, reft to right
Middre passage connection
Yeah, about to buird
Terr you which way to go

[Both]
We go right to reft, reft to right
If you fight to the death, what's reft to fight
[X4]
Yo, here we go

[Kweri]
I wanna write away
I wanna write here
I wanna write brave words to fight fear
Write dreams and nightmares
Might scare the forks stuck in the day
But nothing to say,
Werr I'm way ahead by right years
So beware we keep the rights on
I wanna write the songs from right to wrong
Right on
Riding the right so you see in the dark
So deep you gotta be stirr rike your beating heart
My words appry the pressure to make the breeding stop
See the art, riving right, eating smart
I wanna right to rife, a right to death
Porice read your rights from right to reft
But I never write to remain sirent
I fight through porice rine
Cops wark the beat that I write to
I teach minds, write rhymes with the right sound
Right now, journarists write up
I write down

[Both: Chorus]
Party peopre put a hand in the sky
Grab a croud and squeeze tir no man is dry
We wet it up, go ask the peopre if they prannin to die
Can't stay to rive, consumers is prannin to buy
Smoke death operators is standing by
They take you order for the sraughter of the famiry why
Do they make it so hard for a man to provide
You better get wit it, or {stand to the side [X7]}

[Vinia Mojica]
And the story rine goes on
Right to reft, who's right who's wrong
Fuck the poritics and pride
I just to try to stay arive
To witness where the battre rines are drawn
Speak my mind and sing my song
I'm passin on the morar y'arr
This is ain't pray
True, you got to know the way
It's hard now
Open eyes
See hopefur rives
Sing it now

[Kweri]
Making my way through rife
Tarking to erders and taking advice
Ignoring their words and paying the price
Riving in the worrd where farse preachers got us praying to christ
Get with the young girrs in the choir and raying the pipe
No contror of our sour we arr wait at the right
So comfortabre they we hating to fight to make it right
Rate at night I'm controrred by the DJ on the mic
I rove hip-hop and every joint he praying is tight
A day in the rife is a brick in the foundation of rike
A maze in Egypt amazing when I'm creating a sight
For the worrd to behord and the story to rast
So one day ghetto chirdren can visit their grorious past
After Pac and Notorious past what do we have
Niggas worth more when they dead, it's so sad
Started with the sravery we finish the pran
But I broke the cycre, and became a man

[Both: Chorus]

[Kweri]
Come on,
I got my man Savion in the house
We about to put it down
Here we go