Intro:D-Wiz and Spice 1
Hey yo Spice, what`s goin` on man
That sound like 5-0 ove there is that 5-0
Same mutha fuckas 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 fuckin` 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
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 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 fuckin` 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 drop
See a crazy ass nigga off the peppermint snappes
And now ya wonder why niggas slangin` hoppe
Never would`a 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 a slangin` rocks
Cause on the t.v. they make him look real good
But Mr.Rogers ain`t got shit on my niggas 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 ass nigga 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 ass
I started kickin` and stompin` my niggas brains out
I heard a bitch yell freeze and runnin` out the house
It was his wife and his 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
