Black Sheep - Peace to the Niggas lyrics

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

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

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

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

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