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Arcade Fire [EP] (Arcade Fire) · Neighborhood (Johnny Costa) · Neighborhood Watch [Clean] (Dilated Peoples) · Miss Kitty and the Neighborhood Christmas Show (Sarah Gaines) · Neighborhood Music, Vol. 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · N' My Neighborhood (MC Eiht) · Neighborhood Music (Lil Rob) · Neighborhood Music (Lil Rob) · Back to the Neighborhood (Jeannie & Jimmy Cheatham) · N' My Neighborhood (MC Eiht) – and 90 other albums »


To a fire?] 
[Bob: Hey, speaking of a fire.] 
[Anything Muppet #2: Fire! What fire? Help! Help!] 
[Bob: No, there's no fire at all. But do you know who you
I got some killers so don't push me
Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waitin' by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no thang
There's a rumor goin' 'round on the backside of town
Jake is out to get some revenge
Has fire in his eyes since his brother died
Shot down by
enlightened by the chosen man
A little frightened by my foes and fans
I’m still recitin' doing shows with bands
Hold my can knowing that I’ll float again
junior high with a be	 plus grade, 
At the end of the day I don't hit the arcade, 
I walk from school to my moms apartment, 
I got to tell the sucaks
junior high with a be	 plus grade, 
At the end of the day I don't hit the arcade, 
I walk from school to my moms apartment, 
I got to tell the sucaks
I'm in junior high with a c+ grade
At the end of the day I don't hit the arcade
I to school from my moms apartment
I got to tell these niggas
the word peace
(Brother)
You gotta do more than two fingers, man, please
Get a game that they gotta go by
Instead of 'Watch out quick, I send him to the sky'
Watchin' as the cops pass by
Smokin' fire homey I ain't lyin'
Who the man from Long Beach, California to Japan
Rockin' like wonder MC homey without a band
playa you cake 



[Chorus X 2] 



Now everything cool, Hey fred what's up 

Now they daping him down and letting him fire up the blunt 

But
hurt
Nigga set for life nigga puttin' in work

(Chorus) 2x
All kinds of cars
Neighborhood superstar
Feared by many and loved by broads

Verse 2: Baby
sell her to the devil for a glass or two of gin

Sure I'll get up and go to work as mild as any man
And she'll get up and dress herself and go
Been through the fire and didn't get burn
Buju Banton, Luciano come fi teach
Listen and you will learn

The price you pay
And still at the end
Yeah, yeah
Fuck all these niggaz
You know what I'm talkin' about Wino
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Two minutes and twenty-one seconds of funk
and I ain't no punk
around your neighborhood and you wake up with bodies by your house

(Hook [Lil Wayne])
and I'm knockin' on your door
I know you hear me knockin' so what you hidin' for

[Verse Two: performed by ADMoney]
He ain't never joined the, he ain't no
[ CHORUS 2X ]
Livin in these last days and times, check yourself
And what you feed your mind, I know you
Can't be blind livin in the future

[ VERSE
crazy, like my neighborhood back in the 80's, ive seen shit, ive lived it, i kno it, so i give it, i cant stop, and i wont stop until i finish, in the 90's
a thousand guns?
Runnin' up in niggas cribs like I paid the bill
Make you squeal the combination to the safe for wealth
I lace your grill with the fire
Watchin' as the cops pass by
Smokin' fire homey I ain't lyin'
Who the man from Long Beach, California to Japan
Rockin' like wonder MC homey without a band
remember where I came from
The flood made the neighborhood messy
But you’ve got the keys to the Chevy
Have to drive, until the afterlife
So we can steal
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?) 
And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga 
from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!) 
In the hood, all
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?) 

And if you walk by n****, I'ma knock fire n**** 
from yo' a**, you can come try n**** (HEY!) 
In the hood,
[J:] I mean what, yeah we’re gonna be, yeah we’re really good. We’re like
almost as good as Arcade Fire, fuck that.
[K:] Yeah
[J:] We gotta leave
Get on your muthafuckin' knees, suck my partner up

[Chorus]
I'm the police, I'm the police
I'm the police, I'm the police

[Verse 2 - Xzibit]
You know