My Neighborhood

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Anybody Killa] My neighborhoods full of drama, killas and thugs Everybody's representing by throwing 'em up With a quick hi, hello, or beat down, baby Even the cops know the block's that it's all time crazy (For real) It's alright 'cause it's home sweet hood Even though half of us is up to no good You gotta love it when you born and raised In place full of problems that you gotta face I'm a native in the city of these Detroit streets With a warrior mentality that won't at ease Tomahawk in one hand, blunt in the other So I can just get high and swing at motherfuckers (Bitch) That's how it is, I protect my shit On my front porch serving up free fat lips (Come up) So come and see me if you down to hang But when you visit in the Mitt you can't be actin' strange (For real) [Chorus] My neighborhood ain't what it's all crack up to be so much drama! My neighborhood ain't what it's all crack up to be so much drama! My neighborhood ain't what it's all crack up to be so much drama! My neighborhood ain't what it's all crack up to be so much drama! [Verse 2: Boondox] H-double O-D, C-O-V In the double 7-O is where you finding me With that front porch living got that lawn chair high But don't mistake this lifestyle for a reason to try 'Cause it's a reason to die, we straight country folk bangin' Them dirt road junkies know them country folk slangin' Got that hard, that soft, that prescription for your mentals My neighborhood homies got them backwoods credentials Two four door Chevy's, one on blocks, other dumped out Bad ass kids leaving grown folks punked out Trailer park cooking serving up that ass City folks cars swerving when them hoes walk past Because them cornbread booties got 'em hypnotized Spending college tuition just to grip them thighs My neighborhood to some might seem worlds away But this is where I stay, Red clay, G-A [Chorus] My neighborhood ain't what it's all crack up to be so much drama! My neighborhood ain't what it's all crack up to be so much drama! My neighborhood ain't what it's all crack up to be so much drama! My neighborhood ain't what it's all crack up to be so much drama! [Bridge: Anybody Killa, Boondox] My neighborhood is on lock 'cause we like it that way My neighborhood is a place where the gangstas play My neighborhood, can see right through you if you don't belong My neighborhood, can defeat all the weak and build up the strong My neighborhood is on some shit like you ain't never seen My neighborhood, red dirt roads full of thugs and fiends My neighborhood, country fucking miles ain't never heard of no blocks My neighborhood is so far out, don't bother calling no cop [Chorus] My neighborhood ain't what it's all crack up to be so much drama! My neighborhood ain't what it's all crack up to be so much drama! My neighborhood ain't what it's all crack up to be so much drama! My neighborhood ain't what it's all crack up to be so much drama! [Segue] [?] Hey, [?], man Quit playin' ball with them little-ass kids, man You like twenty, and they, what, eight? Hey, man, fuck you Hey, it's about the youth Hey, Mama, I'm home Did you get my milk? Milk? You ain't even say get no milk! [?] What the fuck? Man, Mama, you smoke too much