Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, cinco, seis You gotta keep 'em seperated
Like the latest fashion Like a spreading disease The kids are strappin' on their way to the classrooms Getting weapons with the greatest of ease
The gangs stake own campus locale And if they catch you slippin', then it's all over pal If one guy's colors and the other's don't mix They're gonna bash it up Bash it up Bash it up Bash it up
Hey, man you're talkin' back to me Take him out You gotta keep 'em separated
Hey, man you're disrespecting me Take him out You gotta keep 'em separated
Hey, they don't pay no mind If you're under 18, you won't be doing any time Hey, come out and play
L'chai-im
By the time you hear the sirens It's already too late One goes to the morgue, the other jail One guy's wasted and the other's a waste
It goes down the same as the thousand before No one's getting smarter No one's learning the score Your never ending spree of death and violence and hate Is gonna tie your own rope
Hey, man you're talkin' back to me Take him out You gotta keep 'em separated
Hey, man you're disrespecting me Take him out You gotta keep 'em
Hey, hey, hey, they don't pay no mind If you're under 18, you won't be doing any time Hey, come out and play