Let's play the blame game for sure Let's call out names, names, I hate you more Let's call out names, names, for sure You weren't perfect but you made
, of course not I'll just take it for a little spin And maybe show it off to a couple of friends I'll just cruise it around the neighborhood Well
so ill I was home schooled with a knife in my shoe Never seen corpses act so cruel The self brutality was, oh, so angular I made him a potion in a newspaper
, how I got, how I gained The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain When I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim The streets, they made
' we got paid Triple colors on the bikes 'n' the new Mercedes Bustin' keys on they ass while we got paid But my tens ridin' hot to an open bay Uptown made
we gonna make it Get your shine on {3x} So nigga stop hatin' Get your shine on {3x} You know we gonna make it (Birdman verse 1) In one you trust, the neighborhood
and a lot of great inventors All white mansion, I'm the child of God All black diamonds, times were hard New Rolls Royce, guess, you made it, nigga All white neighborhoods
Money, money, money And she say, money, honey I'd rob a bank I just load my gun And mosey down to the bank Knockin' off my neighborhood Savings and
Peter Ustanov Don't like the scene anyhow I dropped acid on a Saturday night Just to see what the fuss was about There goes the neighborhood Neighborhood, now there goes the neighborhood
well, of course not I'll just take it for a little spin And maybe show it off to a couple of friends I'll just cruise it around the neighborhood Well,
divorce, Hollywood divorce [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] And I'm a start Yea, and I don't have to go to Hollywood 'Cause Hollywood come through my neighborhood
stand for the neighborhood) If you got cojones, come on, mette mano (We stand for the neighborhood) If you got the balls then come on, mette mano (We stand for the neighborhood
Around the corner every morning just to see you get across The civic fathers divide us up into cats and dogs The sergeant major of the neighborhood is
Say, do you remember that guy Larry next door Well, he always was the neighborhood clown Like the time he pulled my pants off And he took those color
, threw his eggs down the drain But he's no bum, he works down the street He bought the neighborhood deli
hold 'em back Tried to ward off their attack But our atom bombs were just no use They were ugly, they were mean Biggest heads I ever seen They made
fly now, he's just takin' up space. Sold his gloves, threw his eggs down the drain. But he's no bum, he works down the street. He bought the neighborhood
beg to part your stupid ass clean out my path Nigga, when the bullet blow One bullet for this silly muthfucka Your bloodbath, baby livin' in the day that made