Lyrics:
The Neighborhood Life

: Down where your paint is cracking Look down your backstairs buddy Somebodies living there and He don't really feel the weather And he don't share your

Down where your paint is cracking Look down your backstairs buddy Somebodies living there and He don't really feel the weather And he don't share your

have a good time tonight Burnin' with the fever and runnin' for the red light Just heard the bell, that got me outta hell I got a girl, I gotta life...

X infinite pleasure X-Y Ineffectually, I'm not allowed to show the pain Not allowed to expose the pain All the white people from my neighborhood are

love for the East coast, West coast, North and South We gonna sign this one off like this: Should I ill or do right? Make peace or go raw? My life

way We gotta make it up out this life Some how some way We gotta make it up out the hood some day Some way we gotta make it up out this life Whether

, you just ridiculous I blew breath for you midgets, I gave life to the game It's only right I got the right to be king Niggaz that got life really like

he so arrogant, the cocky kind But you always looking 'cause I'mma shine, that's right (Chorus) (Birdman verse 3) Loud mics and big rims, nigga thats my life Come through the neighborhood

be a bitch, nigga Better behave, you're dealin' with some rich niggas We the lost symbols speak in cryptic codes Ancient wisdom valuable like gifts of gold I embark on life