Common - The Neighborhood lyrics

rate me

ft. Lil Herb, Cocaine 80s

Made the sacrifice

Headed back to the light

But be careful, don't drown in the gold

I know it glows but it's cold

I'm from the other side of town

Out of bounds

To anybody who don't live around

I never learned to share or how to care

I never had no teachings about being fair

Have you ever heard of Black Stone around Black Stones?

And Four Corner Hustlers, Vice Lords, Stony Island on Aces

The concrete matrix, street organizations

They gave violations, hood public relations

It was the basics to get big faces

Stay away from cases, bad broads, good graces

The hustles was the taste makers and trend setters

They the ones that fed us hoping that the feds don't get us

The era of Reagan, the terror of Bush

Crack babies, momma's a push, we were the products of Bush

I'm wishing for a Samurai Suzuki and a little Gucci

A bad hoe to do me, you heard of flukey?

Stokes it was folks and coke and dope

Fiends choked off of smoke, herringbones and rope

Rare jewels of a generation

Diamonds, blind enough so real shit we facing

Forties wasted on seats, Dion making the beats

When they air it out on at them parties we escaping the heat

I could break it down like whatever you need

He squinted his face and rolled the weed

You know they don't see sometimes

That in the neighborhood

It's the exact same thing

It's the same thing over and over again

Feel me?

Have you ever heard of no limit, three hundred, six hundred?

Folly boy, O block, eastside

Where it ain't no conversation, they just let them heats ride

Can't nobody stop the violence, why my city keep lying?

Niggas throw up peace signs but everybody keep dying

Used to post up on that strip, I look like a street sign

I've been out there three days and I got shot at three times

Felt like every bullet hit me when they flew out each nine

I be happy when I wake up and I have a free mind

I know haters wanna clap me up, watch the morgue grab me up

But they can catch me later, I been cool, chasing paper

Where I come from ain't no hope if you was claiming that was major

Small crib, big fam, mom was working, grammy raised us

No food in the refrigerator, I was banging, pulling capers, that's real shit

Same niggas from day one, boy, yeah, I'm still with

Better watch out for that jump shot ‘cause they will hit

Hungry take your shorty lunchbox, and won't feel shit

I came from a place where it's basic but you won't make it

Feds building cases, judges who racist and full of hatred, I mean

You ain't never seen the shit that I seen

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