Black Sheep - Peace To The Niggas Lyrics
[Mr Lawnge]Now, if you got it going on make some noisePeace to all the real grimy ghetto girls and boysIn my neighbourhood , whether black or hispanicYo, this is some positive shit but please don't panicYou can still rock to it so flock to itJust open your mind, unwind, recline or pop and lock to itCome and rock with us, all night like Michael JacksonLeave your guns and knives at home, black, that's all I'm askingI'd like to go to jams and not see bullet sparksSo we can do some hip hop shows in public parksA lot of the voters and promoters are scared of rapBut we can all come together clever and say bullcrapGotta get up, get up, gotta get overI gotta wake niggas up like I'm down with JehovahKnock on a few heads and beg for some common senseAs I commence to convince, yo, I'm kind of tenseCause niggas still wanna buck wild and profileThey're fronting hard but ain't go no styleSteadily teaching my younger brothers to kill each otherI hate to have to break out my glock and teach anotherYoung soul about a bullet holeFor trying to play and sway me, acting hard like the videosNow, 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.[Chorus: Mr Lawnge (Dres) x2]Peace to the niggas in my neighbourhood(Where?) In my neighbourhood(Where?) In my neigh-bour-hoodPeace to the niggas in my neighbourhoodYou're not dead so that means you're doing good[Dres]Yo, one time ripping it quick it's the clever brown boyJoy to the world, girls and boys, there comes a choiceTo advocate bad ass, bet I did it beforeMy POs name is Jord, he let me go on tourWhere I'm from, yo, you might see a finger in the gutterIn the ghetto with toast, best believe my shit is butterGot to have it long before this rap shit, get back, *****If I'm stuck up much like a bandit I crank shitNiggas get reprimanded, remanded and then brandedI delve into myself to draw the strength to overstand itSo ill as I roll up on the block theory yot (??)Keeping it real with ShowB-I, yeah, we build a lotYo, move your b-u-t, the B/QE gets strong on the lowGiving a pound to Shorty Long, hop in the ride I gotta goGotta hit Queens, flying American, yo, Sammy, where's Troy?Cleaning up on the streets, I goes there with my mother*****ing boysShit's wrecked like grands in no time Astoria expandsPeace Russ, Jock, Tonto, but let me not forget ShamgodMy man since Holland Cove, making moves like RuckerLive since one-oh-five, yo, it's Tiki mother*****ersJets to 'jects, I flex them cheques, my fam in the planAnd kick it to my cousins with some weed in my handOriginal bumrush was getting money on the hush, BKeeping it real forever with my peoples working OTBack in the seven, pick up the celly now I'm dialling F inPut the volume up on BringIt, Legion getting in a session>From there to a Brucie tape, I'm almost on the fifthAn Uzi for my birthday, you know I shoot the giftTo a chickadee talking about she's wanting to get with meHey, I look up the block and see Lord kicking it with EHon's like I want you?, better believe me, baby's gonna got checkedI said My memory's bad, honey, I just *****ing forgetPlus I've found my one love now, hon, I'm going to jetAnd if we ain't playing Shaka we're catching power wrecks*****ing it up in the BX, I see Chi flexing his domeGood vibrations, rocking the nation as I represent my home[Chorus: Dres (Mr Lange) x2][Mr Lawnge]To my man DJ Stan, RajaskiAnd the whole Times family[Dres]Yo, Monty, Go-go, Big Sid from MadridBig Tom, and Rico, Conji, who loves you, baby[Mr Lawnge]DJ Craze, IBPAnd the whole Mellow Zone family[Dres]Astoria projects, the BlandThe Bronx and Queens, NFLLafayette and Laurelton, man[Mr Lawnge]The Doughty clan, my peeps on ProspectAnd to my brother down South, nuff respect[Dres]Bendecion, mija, PapiMy cousins Big F, PoteMichael and Jerome[Mr Lawnge]To all my engineersNative Tongue and Flavor UnitPeace, man[Dres]One Love, Jennifer Perry3D Entertainment, Jan and MorryMy Polygram famAnd my little cousins Angela and Ray[Mr Lawnge]Now all the people we forgotI hope your ass didn't get shot, peace
