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