In My Neighborhood

[Intro]
Koreans come to America because it is the greatest country
They work hard, save money, become citizens
Open businesses, like mine
But every ship brings rats along with regular cargo
Korean market comes to America too
Drugs, prostitution, parasites
I reject their drugs, so they come and smash things up

[Verse 1: Lady B]
Livin' in my hood is gettin' worser, 'cause they crossin' out each other
Niggas full of snow, lurkin' brothers, victim of the yalk
I can tell that we gonna go to hell 'cause we livin' in it
For the crack, a check, high-cappin' with your wealth, come to a suddenly death
Girl, what the world comin' to? 'Cause they got me spooked
They shoot over drugs, and mopin', scopin' your ass, you comin' up
Blacks, niggas stick together, Japanese runnin' shit
Takin' all our skills, don't know shit, now we out of business
Of a trap on every corner all over the world
I wouldn't be surprised if chinese bitches start doin' Jhery Curls
The media focusin' on us blacks, 'cause we control the murder rate
Fifty dollars for my man? Bullshit, all the time
Why so many people jealous of a person they don't know?
It happens every day when you livin' up in this ghetto
Gangster wind up dead from the bullet leads, spillin' blood [?]
Bitch, up in my neighborhood

[Interlude: Furious Styles & Young Tre]
Somebody must've been prayin' for that fool
'Cause I swear, I aimed right for his head
You should've blew it off
Don't say that, don't say that
Just would've contributin' to kill another brother
We got a call of a burglary here?
Yeah, that was about an hour ago
Woah, we didn't ask you that
Yeah, well, I told you

[Verse 2: Lady B]
A bunch of shit at campus mean a bunch of bitches at the club
Every week, there go that freak, clockin' on them sucker jobs
In my neighborhood lil' kids thinkin' they some bangers
Smokin' on some skunk, with twenty-four outta medical [?]
Why? Well, they see their big brothers choppin' keys, fool
Now they tryna sell some buster 'bout some brand-new tennis shoes
Strugglin' 'cause they mama got the motherfuckin' lights off
The bill on the table fat as fuck, and it kinda shows
Rollin' in a Cadillac, livin' in a duplex
Ain't no food up in the box, bones on they fuckin' neck
Better yet, the crackhouse on the front porch where the junkies hang
Blowin' much 'cane, destroyed their fuckin' brain
I can't even call it, alcoholics sleepin' on the floor
Three beds plus the kitchen, sure though, like the motherfuckin' folks
It's a cryin' shame when your momma start to smokin' bud
Hard copy, want some news? Bring your ass in my neighborhood

[Interlude: Interviewer & Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
(You're under arrest, don't try to run, we have you surrounded)
Niggas, can you tell us why you're here tonight?
(Get out of here)
(Come on Jimmy, right there)
(Don't move)
(Alright, alright, alright, alright, let me—)
(Okay, okay)
Let's find out what the alleged criminal has to say, if anything
Do-do you have a statement you like to make?
Yeah
Y'all niggas kiss my motherfuckin' dick

[Verse 3: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Hollywood niggas don't give a fuck about the folks
Niggas in the fields don't need a what's up to my nigga Lil-Yo?
Stayin' strapped, hangin' out, 5-0 niggas; suck my dick
Slangin' out my dopehouse, gotta keep my pockets fat
Knock, knock, who the fuck is it? I grip my .44
They didn't even say shit, they just wanna kick down my door
Soon as I unload the clip that explode the
Trick, oh my God, shit, undercover police
Brains on the campus, I'm thinkin' like Limburg Sanders
Lock the door, [?], back up on the intercom
Tryna get me somethin' to come out, fuck that shit, they shot to dust
Now I gotta go to war with some fuckin' crooked cops
Too many roadies in my neighborhood smoked from bullet wounds
I can't even call it, busters check up what my track done boomed (Boom that shit)
Got me paranoid, the guilty bystander not innocent
Rollin' on a Baja 30-30, in my leather trench, in the hood