Off the Corner

Hello, hello, yeah, yo where you at?

Yo I'm at the airport I just got back from Paris

Had this girl dancing for me and shit

Oh word? Yeah where niggas at?

Oh we all up in the studio, oh aight, won't you drop this joint?

Yo I can't yo I might not be able to make it there

It there for real?

Yo I got a idea put the, put the joint up to the phone

And I'm going, I'm going just

I'm just going to rock to it just over the phone

Ayo, yo put that joint on the big speakers

Yo c get me some water yo, turn it up real loud

I'm just gonna rock this joint, yo go head, go head

Here it go, press record

All eyes over here, we about to show you

You know, ballers down the hill

Ayo my mental is keep the rock cut keep the glock up

Keep the rock pucks in the basement with the lock shut

Used to sliding under street lights puff a peace pipe

Keep the heat tight by my side so I can eat rite

All I knew is hit the block and how to crack deals

Make it hot with this rap shit and stack bills

All I'm used to is strugglin', juggling, bugging

With thoughts in my head knowing crack kills

Out for papes gotta let the Desert Eagle blow

I get cacked, this rap shit is legal though

Check the resume, slip that, spit that

I put my name in the game Mr. Book

I'm a shine till a nigga can't shine no more

I'm a smoke so weed I cant find no more

I'm a keep my chest bluish, keeping hittin' 'em hard like Ray Lewis

Till they can't feel their spine no more

Oh slow it down, walk away and

Then you swear you heard this shit before

Nigga say they from the ghetto

Legend has that they from Baltimore

Get the niggas off the corners now

And we goin' hold it down

Associated now we made it

What can stop us now

Ayo we bashin' brains then hit a nigga pockets for the last of his change

Then put a slash through his veins

Bullies of the block we harass in the game

With a sound that so hot it turn gas into flames

Ya'll keep jumping around like my raps entertain

Fuckin' around get beat down with some bats and some chains

When y'all was on 'em lots dropping cash on the range

I was tongue kissing blocks, woopin', stashin' 'em things

And now my nigga on only half of the chains

See the corners in the past but my ass is still deranged

I rumble in your ear like that flash when it rains

When I hits ya get the picture, knock the glass out the frames

I rap for the name, dope crack and cocaine