Ant Banks - 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 mutha f**as that beat my homie down last week But I ain't trippin' I got the 187 proof by my side it's fittin' ta be on Is that right, but where you stayin' at man, what's goin' on Same mutha f**in' neighborhood man Just tryin' ta get this sh** off the ground this rap thang, ya know Yeah I heard that sh**, let these n***as know what time it is Yeah, check it" Verse 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 n***a didn't have brains cause he smoked sinse Or sess or whatever you wanna call it He got the task on his a** better haul it Fiends s**in' 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 homie 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' keyes Up in my neighborhood In my neighborhood Verse 2 Funk, is a part of my life It's the sounds of the gangsta Spice One, check out the blast of a shotgun Nine mutha f**in' milimeter have one Or two or three or four Cause every brother in my hood is hardcore Boom boom to the d**h of a cop Pop pop pop, see another one drop See a crazy a** n***a off the peppermint snappes And now ya wonder why n***as slangin' hoppe Never would'a thought I'd be a deala o' dope n***as 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 a slangin' rocks Cause on the t.v. they make him look real good But Mr.Rogers ain't got sh** on my n***as up in neighborhood In my neighborhood Verse 3 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 scratch his head and starts starin' like he knows me I said what up man I seen your face before It was my homies pop, shirt dirty, pant's tore He had a 40 in his hand left a little swallow He said young a** n***a and then he threw the bottle I ducked down and I had to talk real fast I stepped two feet back and then I ganked his a** I started kickin' and stompin' my n***as brains out I heard a b**h yell freeze and runnin' out the house It was his wife and his b**h started bustin' at me I can't believe this sh** this b**h is trigga happy Pulled out my nine and bust the b**h in the left titty That's how it is in a burnt-out dope fiend city And now your sayin' I'm the n***a up to no good I gives a f** if your bullsh** get jacked up in my neighborhood