In My Neighborhood

Lyrics

[Intro: D-Wiz and Spice 1] Hey yo Spice, what's goin' on man That sound like 5-0 over there, is that 5-0? Same muthafuckas that beat my partner down last week But I ain't trippin' I got the 187 proof by my side it's finna be on Is that right? But where you stayin' at man, what's goin' on? Same muthafuckin' neighborhood, man Just tryin' ta get this shit off the ground, this rap thang, ya know Yeah I heard that shit, let these niggas know what time it is Yeah, check it [Verse 1: Spice 1] I like to walk around my hood smokin' dank a lot I see some brothers in the trees as they slangin' rocks Runnin' through a broken down wooden fence A nigga didn't have brains 'cause he smoked sinse Or sess or whatever you wanna call it He got the task on his ass better haul it Fiends suckin' up the crack in the backyard Dropped a pebble on the ground, now he's lookin' hard Will he keep searchin' or will he cease and just forget the hit? Or pull a jack move, and let the nine click I'm in a cut late night about twelve o'clock I see some brothas bustin' caps in a parkin' lot There go my homies rollin' up in a black 'Vette Nuthin' but the money for the paycheck Another day a brother dead in the alleyway That's what the boys in the Bay up in Cali say The California life, task in the palm trees Brothers be clockin' G's, slangin' keys Up in my neighborhood [Hook] In my neighborhood [Verse 2: Spice 1] Funk is a part of my life It's the sounds of the gangsta Spice One, check out the blast of a shotgun Nine muthafuckin' milimeter have one Or two or three or four 'Cause every brother in my hood is hardcore Boom, boom to the death of a cop Pop, pop, pop, see another one drops Crazy ass nigga off the peppermint Schnapps And now ya wonder why young niggas slangin' hoppe Never would've thought I'd be a deala o' dope Niggas slangin' and bangin' and breakin' necks and throats The spot it was poppin', but yet the fuzz kept ridin' my jock Tick-tock, I watch the clock, they flock See a undercover cop raise off the block That's how it is in the game of slangin' rocks 'Cause on the TV they make him look real good But Mr. Rogers ain't got shit on my niggas up in the neighborhood [Hook] [Verse 3: Spice 1] Welcome to the ghetto, although I call it my neighborhood Some people get out, but some people stay for good I see a dope fiend yellin' he's a O.G He scratched his head and started starin' like he knows me I said "What up old man? I seen your face before" It was my homie's pop, shirt dirty, pants tore He had a 40 in his hand, left a little swallow He said "Young ass nigga" and then he threw the bottle I ducked down and I had to duck real fast Stepped two feet back and then I banged his ass I started kickin' and stompin' my nigga's brains out I heard a bitch yell "Freeze" and runnin' out the house It was his wife and the bitch started bustin' at me I can't believe this shit, this bitch is trigga happy Pulled out my nine and bust the bitch in the left titty That's how it is in a burnt-out dope fiend city And now your sayin' I'm the nigga up to no good I gives a fuck if your bullshit get jacked up in my neighborhood [Hook]