Now, if you got it going on make noise Peace to all the real grimy ghetto girls and 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 mind, unwind, recline or pop and lock to it Come and rock with us, all night like Jackson Leave guns and knives at home, black, that's all I'm asking
I'd to go to jams and not see bullet sparks So we can do some hip hop shows in public A lot of the voters and are scared of rap But we can all together clever and say bull crap
Gotta get up, get up, get over I gotta wake niggas up like I'm down Jehovah Knock on a few and beg for some common sense As I commence to convince, yo, I'm of tense
'Cause niggas still wanna buck wild and They're fronting hard but go no style Steadily my younger brothers to kill each other I hate to have to break out my and teach another
Young soul about a hole For to play and sway me, acting hard like the videos
Now, to all the in the world Listen up, that shit is TV Far reality And half the you see on TV
Are fronting, ain't saying nothing So take your little ass, And watch or something
Peace to the in my neighbourhood (Where?) In my (Where?)
In my Peace to the niggas in my You're not dead so that you're doing good
Yo, one time ripping it it's the clever brown boy Joy to the world, girls and boys, comes a choice To bad ass, bet I did it before My POs is Jord, he let me go on tour
I'm from, yo, you might see a finger in the gutter In the ghetto with toast, best my shit is butter Got to have it long before rap shit, get back, bitch If I'm stuck up much like a I crank shit
Niggas get reprimanded, and then branded I into myself to draw the strength to overstand it So ill as I roll up on the block theory yot Keeping it with Show B-I, yeah, we build a lot
Yo, move but, the B/QE gets strong on the low Giving a pound to Shorty Long, hop in the ride I go Gotta hit Queens, American, yo, Sammy, where's Troy? Cleaning up on the streets, I goes there with my motherfucking
Shit's wrecked like in no time Astoria expands Russ, Jock, Tonto, but let me not forget Shamgod My man since Holland Cove, making like Rucker Live one-oh-five, yo, it's Tiki motherfuckers
Jets to 'jects, I flex them cheques, my fam in the And kick it to my cousins with some in my hand Original bumrush was getting on the hush, B Keeping it real forever with my peoples OT
Back in the seven, pick up the now I'm dialling F in Put the volume up on BringIt, getting in a session From there to a tape, I'm almost on the fifth An Uzi for my birthday, you know I shoot the
To a chickadee about she's wanting to get with me Hey, I look up the block and see Lord it with E Hon's like I want you, better believe me, baby's got checked I said My memory's bad, honey, I fucking forget
Plus I've my one love now, hon, I'm going to jet And if we ain't playing we're catching power wrecks Fucking it up in the BX, I see Chi his dome vibrations, rocking the nation as I represent my home
Peace to the niggas in my (Where?) In my (Where?)
In my Peace to the in my neighborhood You're not dead so that means doing good
to the niggas in my neighborhood (Where?) In my (Where?)
In my Peace to the niggas in my You're not dead so that means you're doing
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 Mellow Zone projects, the Bland The and Queens, NFL and Laurelton, man
The Doughty clan, my on Prospect And to my brother down South, nuff Bendecion, mija, My cousins Big F, Pote, and Jerome
To all my engineers, Native Tongue and Unit Peace, man, one Love, Jennifer 3D Entertainment, Jan and My fam And my cousins Angela and Ray
Now all the we forgot I hope your ass get shot, peace