Mista Lawnge - Peace to the n***as lyrics

[Verse 1: Mr Lawnge] 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 sh** 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 n***as 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 n***as still wanna buckwild and profile They're fronting hard but ain't go no style Steadily teaching my younger brothers to k** 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 sh** is just TV Far from reality And half the n***as you see on TV Are fronting, They ain't saying nothing So take your little a**, Somewhere And watch Barney or something [Chorus: Mr Lawnge (Dres) x2] Peace to the n***as in my neighbourhood (Where?) In my neighbourhood (Where?) In my neighbourhood I said peace to the n***as in my neighbourhood Cuase you're not dead so that means you're doing good [Vere 2: Dres] 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 a**, 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 sh** is bu*ter Got to have it long before this rap sh**, get back, b**h If I'm stuck up much like a bandit I crank sh** n***as 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 motherf**ing boys sh**'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 motherf**ers 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 f**ing 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 [Chorus: Dres (Mr Lange) x2] [Mr Lawnge] To my man DJ Stan, Rajaski And the whole Times family [Dres] Yo, Monty, Go-go, Big Sid from Madrid Big Tom, and Rico, Conji, who loves you, baby [Mr Lawnge] DJ Craze, IBP And the whole Mellow Zone family [Dres] Astoria projects, the Bland The Bronx and Queens, NFL Lafayette and Laurelton, man [Mr Lawnge] The Doughty clan, my peeps on Prospect And to my brother down South, nuff respect [Dres] Bendecion, mija, Papi My cousins Big F, Pote Michael and Jerome [Mr Lawnge] To all my engineers Native Tongue and Flavor Unit Peace, man [Dres] One Love, Jennifer Perry 3D Entertainment, Jan and Morry My Polygram fam And my little cousins Angela and Ray [Mr Lawnge] Now all the people we forgot I hope your a** didn't get shot, peace