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