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
little ass, somewhere And watch Barney or something Peace to the niggas in my neighbourhood (Where?) In my neighbourhood (Where?) In my neigh-bour-hood Peace to the niggas
Traduzione: Black Sheep. Pace ai Niggas.
swear they know the nigga that's gonna, kill ya Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep Let me die as I rest in peace, deep Back to these
the street with sure shots (Freak freak, y'all, yo it's def sounds) Black Sheep blowing up like a hooker laying down [Dres] I'm all about peace, peace, peace
New York, New Jack City type shit Now we still we make moves only to different grooves, black Sheep, in fact get back, it's simple as that this [Chorus: Black Sheep
(feat. Emage) [Hook: Black Sheep (Emage)] We like blowing up the spot (Summa the time) We're known for fronting, not (Summa the time) We give our shows
this shit that my peoples' on Molecules, Cee-Low, Smash, Dres and my nigga Lawnge Now I kick the titles Black Sheep, the Legion Yeah, you bitch ass niggas
hawk when I talk Then I speak in ahlf Porturican brother from New York Or I'll smack you wit a ?corlota coat hero? You didn't figure nigga I'll smoke
your girl, I stripped her Anyway, don't want to get too deep Peace to the native tongue from the J.B.'s to the Black Sheep And a special thanks to the
(Beatnuts)) [Dres] Yo! One for your mother, two for your pops Three's for the niggas that's trying to kill the cops So whether the Black Sheep are here
the lobby Surgery, the surgeon said lets go He saw the corpse and said dont call me for this shit no mo' Peel his cap back, this bitch nigga want to
up you fool you When they killin niggas like they used to And ain't no muthafuckin body fightin back Pretty soon they gon be hangin blacks (why?) Cause niggas
snipe ya Start off the dice-rollin mats for craps to cee-lo With sidebets, I roll a deuce, nothin below (Peace God!) Peace God -- now the shit is explained
never showin' up You seen Black Sheep, Group Home, Busy B? Ask Ill and Al Scratch "Where my Homies?" Leave it to y'all, these niggas left for dead
all stank an' cold It's no justice no motherfuckin' peace, say it No justice no motherfuckin' peace, believe Long as niggas gettin' beat by these pigs we shoot Outta coupes - fuck peace
on the Land and Allah, it's like that Pull ya shoes up black, matta of fact just adapt Tie up, ya black Nike's and tight hats Corners, stay surrounded
grew up on that crazy one five nigga If you locc from my block then hop something And I ain't talking bout no peel nigga block hunting Blue corduroys
