Peace To The Niggas - Black Sheep

Now, if you got it going on make some noise

Peace to all the real grimy ghetto girls and boys

In my neighbourhood, 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 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 devoters and promoters are scared of rap

But we can all come together clever and say bullcrap

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 buckwild 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 me 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 neighbourhood

I said peace to the niggas in my neighbourhood

Cuase 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 (??)

Keeping it real with ShowB-I, yeah, we build a lot

Yo, move your b-u-t, 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

Sparking it up in the BX, I see Chi flexing his dome

Good vibrations, rocking the nation as I represent my home

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