It's mine, it's all mine you understand? At least me and my peoples, can you dig that? 21st century thought I'd never see it Right around the corner,
more deez involved Known freeze condo seize seven keys dissolved Daily routine, speakin up for niggaz who sling Hand to hand on them street corners claimin you king
my cell phone and made that call [Loc] Now we got the rent of course Started headin down South It was late in the day but the sun was still out (Yeah
in heat When I strut down the street I can hear its' heartbeat The sisters fell back and said "don't that man look pretty" The cripple on the corner
The streets are paved with tourist and the record companies flourish Lord knows every singer wants to be the king But some of them couldn't take it and
swear, curse or juggle Lyrics in the verse to make a party bubble So 'Mister Censorship', tell me, what's your problem? There's girlies on the corner
think about it, Old Billy was right Let's kill all the lawyers, kill 'em tonight You don't want to work, you want to live like a king But the
MTV? Or free styling in a back street all-ey? Muhammad, it's the return of the common I'm bombing these rappers and dropping a hip hop megatron From king street
open, the sun goes down, the neon signs make a grand display In our town, murders, happen everyday There are whores walking the streets They ain
more deez involved Known freeze condo seize seven keys dissolved Daily routine, speakin' up for niggaz who sling Hand to hand on them street corners claimin' you king
213 Childhood homies way back in the day Since then it's been 213 the hard way Rappin' on the street corners, young as can be All the local groups called
they come, they all fall like the Great Wall Make no mistake, I take you straight to the state morgue Swarmin informers like cops at drug corners Feds
[Lil Wayne] Whaaat You can find me on the corner with stones, quarters and zones or dope and powder broke, and our sale's soap and flour And most of our
beef I'm one in a mil', comin to kill It's like you wanting a pill, my gun put your back on the streets Spine on the concrete lookin at the sun Eyelids
thuggish we base forever I'm young and never get old poppin the bottle rose when my ballsslander your honor just follow your nose we thug on the corner from night to the sun