3 door down from you, where I stay
Its the same thing, just in a different way
Homies on the block nickle and dime hustling

And 3 doors down from that
Husband and wife always fussing
Not watching the kids and they always cussing

And down another 3 doors is nothing
But crack smoke, house packed with black folks
Getting sick without crack, like they lactose

Down another 3 doors, we've reached a whole new block
Same brothers hustling, one partner talking to the cops
Now the hustlers and the crack smokers going to jail
I wonder, man I wonder
Who will be 3 doors down from them
When they sitting in a cell