Peace To The Niggas Lyrics - Non-fiction - Black Sheep

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