In My Neighborhood

Hey yo Spice, what's goin' on man

That sound like 5-0 over there, is that 5-0?

Same mutha fuckas that beat my homie down last week

But I ain't trippin' I got the 187 proof by my side it's fittin' ta be on

Is that right, but where you stayin' at man, what's goin' on

Same mutha fuckin' neighborhood man

Just tryin' ta get this shit off the ground this rap thang, ya know

Yeah I heard that shit, let these niggas know what time it is

Yeah, check it

I like to walk around my hood, smokin dank a lot

I see some brothers in the trees, is they slingin rocks?

Runnin through a broken-down wooden fence

A nigga didn't have brains cause he smoked sinse

Or sess, or whatever you wanna call it

He got the task on his ass, better haul it

Fiends suckin up the crack in the backyard

Dropped a pebble on the ground, now he's lookin hard

Will he keep searchin or will he cease and just forget the hit?

Or pull a Jack move and let the nine click

I'm in the cut, late night, about 12 o'clock

I see some brothers bustin caps in a parking lot

There go my homies rollin up in a black 'vette

Nothin but the money for the paycheck

Another day, another dead up in the alleyway

That's what the boys in the bay up in cali say

The California life, task in the palm trees

Brothers be clockin g's, slingin ki's

Up in my neighborhood

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Funk is a part of my life

It's the sound of the gangster spice

Warning check out the blast of a shotgun

Nine muthafuckin millimeter, have one

Or two or three or four

Cause every brother in my hood is hardcore

Boom-boom! To the death of a cop

Pop-pop-pop! see another one drop

Crazy-ass nigga off the peppermint schnapps

And now you wonder why young niggas sling hop?

Never woulda thought I'd be a dealer of dope

Niggas slingin and bangin and breakin necks and throats

The spot, it was poppin, but yet the fuzz kept ridin my jock

Tick-tock, I watch the clock, they flock

See a undercover cop raise off the block

That's how it is in the game of slingin rocks

Cause on the TV they make it look real good

But mr. Rogers ain't got shit on my

Niggas up in the neighborhood

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Welcome to the ghetto, although I call it my neighborhood

Some people get out, but some people stay for good

I see a dopefiend yellin he's a OG

He scratched his head and started starin like he knows me

I say: What up, old man, I seen your face before

It was my homie's pops, shirt dirty, pants tore

He had a 40 in his hand, left a little swallow

He said: Young-ass nigga and then he threw the bottle

I ducked down, and I had to duck real fast

Stepped two feet back, and then I banked his ass

I started kickin and stompin my nigga's brains out

I heard a bitch yell freeze and runnin out the house

It was his wife, and the bitch started bustin at me

I can't believe this shit, this bitch is trigger-happy

Pull out my nine, bust the bitch in the left titty

That's how it is in a burned-out dopefiend city

And now you're sayin I'm the nigga up to no good

If gives a fuck if you're bush, you get

Jacked up in my neighborhood

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