Lyrics:
Everybody raise their hands
People come from miles around
To hear their band
Here come the Gator Boys, you
Radio and the police know we're
Comin' to your town
on the corner
Holes in my shirt
Girls drivin' by
Oh come here, don't flirt
'Cause she's never had a girlfriend
And I don't want one either
And I don't want
braids out his head Yella
[Chorus-Yella & Tec-9]
I'ma drag him from tha river dump his body in Chuck's yard
Leavin' a note around his neck readin' BAD
grave
I never got to be like Mike
Cause I ended up like my brother
Livin crazy in these streets
But an angel around my mother
Fascinated by the light in
one for
Crooklyn everday
Brooklyn is up in here
Uhh, block party, corner store
The downtown, the projects
Borough shots
My clique is so tight
The mix
up the Zig 9
Beef starts with the shove and ends with the shovel
And niggas standing on your corner reminiscing of you
But your ass is out
up the Zig 9
Beef starts with the shove and ends with the shovel
And niggas standing on your corner reminiscing of you
But your ass is out
up the Zig 9
Beef starts with the shove and ends with the shovel
And niggas standing on your corner reminiscing of you
But your ass is out
he can live through the record
I'm a Philly boss player, a dope rhyme sayer
It's Black Ink back gettin cake by the layer
By the stack, comin
era unimportant
Hypocrisy and enemies
Wait Around Corner
Snakes lurking in the grass
Willin to strike at any moment
And if they get the chance
They
dropped The Come Up
I was in high school playin' corner
I never dreamt of mumblin' words in front of hundreds
Studyin' plays all summer
I'll hit
computer chips up in my slug
Turn corners when you turn corners, know who to plug
Thugs around me outside it's grimy outside
Better slide before you get
On stage I give you chills
For the flesh I give you light
These words gon' give you light
I'm death around the corner
Barrels at your door
Doctors,
uh, we got guts on the camera.
"The Joker's Wild is brought to you by:" "Faygo!"
Everybody sing! "Send ya' momma straight up to tha sto'!
Tell
The streets are crowded just look around there are people everywhere
Folks are smilin' as they pass by it's that time of year
I got a special feeling and I know
It's comin' just around the corner
With a teenage grin and a sunny day
And I know that we'll both make it cuz
We both have come such a long, long way
Salty
These niggas just salty
Salty
These niggas just salty
Get up off me
I go by THA Queen, say you's a king
But royal-ty ain't with the bull
I'm eating
Crabby's, he shouted 'slainte bha'
While Midnight was bein chatted up, by a bar room girl called Pam
Who said well howdy stranger, would ye buy us a Babycham
a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts
The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair
"There's something funny
grooving
Tip by the corner store wit the indo steady movin'
Niggas who flippin' new 98's is steady cruising
Bumpin' up the block flossin' for the chicks
[Chorus 1 Sizzla] [Ja Ad'Lib]
They can't keep a good man down (yeah)
All these people smile, but they won't me to frown
Gettin' by when I shot 'em
Yo, this is DJ Quik
Takin' a second out with Tha Dogg
Pound to let y'all know somethin'
If you're lookin' in the Source
Mag and don't see me
It's
to the corner, comin' quick
We method outta minds and just don't give a shit
God damn it, gun shots we bust from the clip
Wicked bad boy, snatch the burner
much too young
Roy started comin' round the farm
Being way too nice
She kinda liked him
But she didn't trust his eyes
One scorching summer day Roy drove
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