[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 shit but please don't panic

You can still rock to it so flock to it

Just open your mind, unwind, recline or pop 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 the voters 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 buck wild 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 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.



[Chorus: Mr Lawnge (Dres) x2]

Peace to the niggas in my neighbourhood

(Where?) In my neighbourhood

(Where?) In my neigh-bour-hood

Peace to the niggas in my neighbourhood

You're not dead so that means you're doing good



[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 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

Fucking 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 ass didn't get shot, peace