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So you want to be a gangster, all that shit Smoke any motherfucker, don't even trip You be hard as hell, take whatever you want Punk suckers want to front, they get done Cause you a gangster, nothin' more nothin' less Put my boy to the test and catch one in your chest Since he was young, homeboy won't back down Cause real gangsters, always hold that frown Until you lose control, then you sell your soul To the devil motherfucker cause you're way too cold And all the people hide and just run inside Cause you keep usin' yo' gat commitin' homicide Boy I tell ya, Life Is way Too $hort Another brother just got smoked And you killed him, ain't that a bitch? Cause it really ain't shit (gangsta, gangsta) Shoot em up (gangsters) That ain't cool (gangsters) Ain't that a bitch (gangsters) Shoot em up (gangsters) That ain't cool (gangsters) Let me tell you somethin' youngster, you got it all wrong Gangsters don't live that long I had gangster homies and get they heads popped off For some of that gangster shit, get caught in the cross You want stripes, take yo' ass to the service Cause when it's on, ain't no time to get nervous Pull the trigger, yeah you did it You'se a gangster and I got to admit it But you'se a youngbuck, you ain't learned yet Killing don't make you a vet Get out the fast line, stick with the homeboys Ready made gangster get gone boy Cause where I'm from it's the same old shit You call them shots, when you're down with the click Niggas dyin' everyday but that's a black thang You either sell dope, or your gangbang But you got the biggest heart in the click man You did a murder, and now you're a hitman All your homies tryin' to tell you, that ain't cool Playin' shoot 'em up, like a fuckin' fool But you'se a gangster, one they can't destroy Don't even give a f*ck, about your boys You go for self, you want to be on top? Fucked around and now your brother's shot (gangsters) Shoot em up (gangsters) That ain't cool (gangsters) Ain't that a bitch (gangsters) Shoot em up (gangsters) That ain't cool (gangsters) (gangsters) Ain't that a bitch (gangsters) And it don't stop To the beat Neighborhood music, giving back neighborhood music Neighborhood music for when we cruise around the Brownside of town Neighborhood music, giving back neighborhood music Neighborhood music, Lil' Rob puts it down for the Brownside of town [Verse 1: Lil' Rob] I write rhymes it means something even if it's nothing to you It means something to me, let me explain something to you I call it Neighborhood Music and homeboy I breathe it I see it And speak it, dream it and keep it and share it with you Unbareable blues and terrible twos to drugs and tattoos Confused they can't choose our life is a "U" They're not liking the rules back in school more than likely to lose You fools would like me to lose cuz I'm killing you dudes Neighborhood themes, living out my childhood dreams It's not what it seems behind the scenes when everyone leaves I'm a good man with good intentions though I leave bad impressions Sit back and listen and don't ask too many questions Keep fuckin' up and I never learn my lessons Lettin out my aggression at rap sessions is a blessin' I'm guessin' you've never heard nobody like me When there's so many people like me neighborhood M-U-S-I-C [Hook] [Verse 2: Lil' Rob] Snap, jump in my cadillac ese, I'll be back ese Bumper en el suelo, Puffin on a leño We put grifa in our pipas, we love our jefitas Homemade tortillas and twelve packs of frias Oldies in the back drop, playin out the rag-top The streets are my playground and I'm tearing up the black top And I can't stop, well I could but I won't stop so I don't stop I likes to cruise it to Neighborhood Music Hundred spoke thirteens, gotta be the D's though Rollin with my primo to the store to get some pisto If I could press rewind and turn back time I wouldn't change a thing Cuz this is me the way we live homie that's what I bring Neighborhood Music for my neighborhood people Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil [Hook] [Verse 3: Lil' Rob] Taggin' up on fences, and benches, neighborhood tensions Maddog expressions, weapons in possesion Whatever you want I can get it, us homeboys got connections From the need of weed to the need of needle injections Nike cortezes, the man behind the lenses Reflections of a small town that was known to get down Party at the park after dark It don't start until I spark up this joint of mine I'll pass it, it ain't only mine it's all of ours, we handle ours And this is all before I had a car and all I had was handle bars And the words that I spoke wait and a tape with some raps that I wrote About my neighborhood ey