Now, if you got it on make some noise Peace to all the real ghetto girls and boys In my neighborhood , black or hispanic Yo, this is some positive shit but don't panic
You can still to it so flock to it Just open your mind, unwind, or pop and lock to it Come and rock with us, all night like Jackson Leave your guns and knives at home, black, that's all I'm
I'd like to go to jams and not see bullet So we can do some hip hop in public parks A lot of the and promoters are scared of rap But we can all come together clever and say crap
Gotta get up, get up, gotta get I gotta wake niggas up like I'm down Jehovah on a few heads and beg for some common sense As I commence to convince, yo, I'm kind of
'Cause niggas still wanna buck wild and They're fronting hard but ain't go no Steadily teaching my younger brothers to each other I hate to have to break out my glock and teach
Young soul a bullet hole For trying to play and sway me, acting like the videos
Now, to all the shorties in the up, that shit is just TV Far from And half the you see on TV
Are fronting, they saying nothing So take your ass, somewhere And Barney or something
Peace to the in my neighbourhood (Where?) In my (Where?)
In my Peace to the in my neighborhood You're not dead so that means you're doing
Yo, one time ripping it it's the clever brown boy Joy to the world, girls and boys, there comes a To advocate bad ass, bet I did it My POs name is Jord, he let me go on
I'm from, yo, you might see a finger in the gutter In the ghetto toast, best believe my shit is butter Got to have it long this rap shit, get back, bitch If I'm stuck up much a bandit I crank shit
Niggas get reprimanded, remanded and then I delve myself to draw the strength to overstand it So ill as I roll up on the theory yot [unverified] Keeping it real with Show B-I, yeah, we a lot
Yo, your but, the B/QE gets strong on the low Giving a pound to Long, hop in the ride I gotta go Gotta hit Queens, flying American, yo, Sammy, Troy? Cleaning up on the streets, I goes there my motherfucking boys
Shit's wrecked grands in no time Astoria expands Russ, Jock, Tonto, but let me not forget Shamgod My man since Holland Cove, moves like Rucker Live one-oh-five, yo, it's Tiki motherfuckers
Jets to 'jects, I them cheques, my fam in the plan And kick it to my cousins with some weed in my bumrush was getting money on the hush, B Keeping it real forever with my peoples OT
in the seven, pick up the celly now I'm dialling F in Put the volume up on BringIt, Legion getting in a From to a Brucie tape, I'm almost on the fifth An Uzi for my birthday, you know I the gift
To a talking about she's wanting to get with me Hey, I look up the block and see Lord kicking it E Hon's like I you, better believe me, baby's gonna got checked I said My memory's bad, honey, I fucking forget
Plus I've found my one now, hon, I'm going to jet And if we playing Shaka we're catching power wrecks Fucking it up in the BX, I see Chi flexing his Good vibrations, rocking the nation as I my home
Peace to the niggas in my (Where?) In my (Where?)
In my to the niggas in my neighborhood You're not dead so that means you're good
Peace to the niggas in my (Where?) In my (Where?)
In my to the niggas in my neighborhood You're not dead so means you're doing good
To my man DJ Stan, And the Times family Yo, Monty, Go-go, Big Sid Madrid Big Tom, and Rico, Conji, who loves you,
DJ Craze, IBP And the whole Zone family Astoria projects, the The and Queens, NFL and Laurelton, man
The clan, my peeps on Prospect And to my brother down South, nuff Bendecion, mija, My Big F, Pote, Michael and Jerome
To all my engineers, Native Tongue and Unit Peace, man, one Love, Jennifer 3D Entertainment, Jan and My fam And my little Angela and Ray
Now all the people we I your ass didn't get shot, peace