Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): William Mclean, Andres Titus
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Black SheepPeace To The Niggas Lyrics:
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
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