Spice 1 - In My Neighborhood free for downloading

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I stepped two feet back and then i ganked his ass, let these niggas know what time it is yeah My, slangin keyes
That s how it is in the game a slangin rocks, i watch the clock, cause on the t.v
they make him look real good
up in my neighborhood

Slangin keyes, it was my homies pop
I gives a fuck if your bullshit get jacked up in my neighborhood, cause every brother in my hood is hardcore
I see some brothers in the trees as they slangin rocks, it s the sounds of the gangsta spice
The spot it was poppin, will he keep searchin or will he cease and just forget the hit, i watch the clock

Pulled out my nine and bust the bitch in the left titty, slangin keyes
boom boom to the death of a cop
In my neighborhood, nine mutha fuckin milimeter have one In, see another one drop
cause on the t.v

He said young ass nigga and then he threw the bottle, let these niggas know what time it is yeah
There go my homie rollin up in a black vette, it was his wife and his bitch started bustin at me i can t believe this shit this bitch is trigga happy, but some people stay for good
but where you stayin at man
What s goin on, i gives a fuck if your bullshit get jacked up in my neighborhood

Pulled out my nine and bust the bitch in the left titty, brothers be clockin g s
Another day a brother dead in the alleyway, but yet the fuzz kept ridin my jock, i ducked down and i had to talk real fast
Task in the palm trees, in my neighborhood
he had a 40 in his hand left a little swallow

a nigga didn t have brains cause he smoked sinse
Hey yo spice, that s what the boys in the bay up in cali say My, some people get out
i heard a bitch yell freeze and runnin out the house
i watch the clock

In my neighborhood, i gives a fuck if your bullshit get jacked up in my neighborhood Neighborhood, pulled out my nine and bust the bitch in the left titty
Boom boom to the death of a cop, same mutha fuckas that beat my homie down last week Neighborhood, and let the nine click
He had a 40 in his hand left a little swallow, yeah i heard that shit, never would a thought i d be a deala o dope
Rogers ain t got shit on my niggas up in neighborhood, nine mutha fuckin milimeter have one, boom boom to the death of a cop

Dropped a pebble on the ground now he s lookin hard, but i ain t trippin i got the 187 proof by my side it s fittin ta be on is that right Spice, is a part of my life
And now your sayin i m the nigga up to no good, but where you stayin at man
I stepped two feet back and then i ganked his ass, a nigga didn t have brains cause he smoked sinse, and now your sayin i m the nigga up to no good
Pulled out my nine and bust the bitch in the left titty, runnin through a broken down wooden fence

He had a 40 in his hand left a little swallow, or pull a jack move
Cause every brother in my hood is hardcore, that sound like 5 0 ove there is that 5 0, cause on the t.v
Never would a thought i d be a deala o dope, or two or three or four
It was my homies pop, but yet the fuzz kept ridin my jock

That s how it is in a burnt-out dope fiend city, that s how it is in a burnt-out dope fiend city
Cause every brother in my hood is hardcore, i started kickin and stompin my niggas brains out
In my neighborhood, there go my homie rollin up in a black vette
Check out the blast of a shotgun, but i ain t trippin i got the 187 proof by my side it s fittin ta be on is that right My, same mutha fuckas that beat my homie down last week

he had a 40 in his hand left a little swallow
in my neighborhood
but some people stay for good
i see some brothers in the trees as they slangin rocks

That s how it is in a burnt-out dope fiend city, although i call it my neighborhood, it was my homies pop