you wit you rown life It aint right, disrespect you die on site That aint no might, that's a fact You can believe that Instead disrespect, i promise to be back And clear the corner
Nigga who you tryin to ride on, I'm a icon Heart made of steel, balls made of ir-on [Chorus] [50 Cent] Devil 'round the corner, corner
them Nobody gon speak when homicide pay a visit Look you right in the eyes and yell ya "we don't know who did it" Corrupted by street corner by shootin
the corner Chorus (When we were kids, belonging felt good) I see death around the corner (But having respect, that feels even better) I see death around the corner
hard ride [2Pac] Somebody break me I'm dreamin, I started as a seed the semen Swimmin upstream, planted in the womb while screamin on the top, was my pops
ride on you Take it easy young boys I got my eyes on you [Chorus: Akon] I got my eyes on you! And I'm posted on the corner with that thing on my side
E Street when the boy prophets walk it handsome and hot, All the little girls' souls grow weak when the manchild gives them a double shot, The schoolboy pops
day I'm just livin', my life 'Till they come carry me away I've been there in LA nights In the block where I came up My pops used to hate When we hanged
up because of all the kids and stuff Are gonna be there lookin at you perform So keep your lyrics calm, they might be there with their moms And pops,
possibly stop the Apocalypse When I'm atomic bombing the populous Shock the metropolis hostile as a kid Popping the Glock at his moms and his pops
God] I stay far from my opponents, pardon me dogs That's why lead the call, they moving up on us But them g's on the corners, move when I move That's
hide-and-go-get-it for a little stank Even though I was still shooting blanks As soon as the dark hit I was stealing candy out the corner market Until
to the upper hand But why don't you come and meet my boy, the strong man And he'll grab you by the head and squeeze until it pops And shake your motherfuckin
bitched when I walk up in the building Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores Jet-skiin, while you keep warm at corner stores I make it hot
A bottle of grey goose in a room full of applejacks hats Cock ace deuce sam remo laced boots tapping the floor A lit cigar goons got my pops liemmed up
on And I got 'em tied up tight So, you're going to find out tonightttttttttt! [Verse 4: Andre 3000] Got a sweet lil' darling back in my corner Below
with faces full of light Now we frown at each other, we bicker and we fight Pops in the mosque praying, kids in the streets hating Kids on the corner selling, pops
Ain't nothing I got for ya Situations gettin heavy Heavy, heavy Trying to be a gangster [Nas] The black clouds over the hood, I'm on the corner with
