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
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
could you 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
't changed a bit, we stand circle and spit bars Cigarette butts scattered like glass shattered and pops he play the corner 'til his day comes, DAMN~! Ambulances on the corner
go at Shyne? He freestyled from the pen, that's just the fact Said he'd put you with your mom, and you ain't fucked with that Then you lied about your pops
you 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
Just as hot, as the burning in your sisters crouch Which is not why I never snick a snatch I rather flip the latch on the cabinet to you pops liquor
for you [Verse: Romeo] Now u know Im da thug type chain hang low wit da all white From the yo but the dude doin all right Tell pops dont trip you
for you [Verse 1: Romeo] Now u know Im da thug type chain hang low wit da all white From the yo but the dude doin all right Tell pops don't trip you'
see nothin' but palm trees and wild fires and BOOM! Out pops a B Boy. The mossy oak is dirty brown, I know it's dirty brown boi! [Chorus] Jimmy crack corn
leave a message at the tone 'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything Alarm clocks ringing, I swear it never stops Sleep a couple more hours, then eat some corn pops
' trash My, my how you sound You're very short on looks Dumb, when it comes to books Look out, baby Watch it, honey And you stay full of corn Just like
trash My, my how you sound You're very short on looks Yeah, yeah, yeah Dumb, when it comes to books Look out, baby, watch it, honey And you stay full of corn
sittin' on 32's we sittin' on 60's Mud tires and barbed wire you drive for hours You won't see nothin' But palm trees and wild fires And BOOM! Out pops
