Street Corner lyrics

Artist  : King Sun 
Song : Street Corner



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[ INTRO: Mr. Magic ]

Aight, no doubt, no doubt

This is super rockin Mr. Magic on your FM
dial

We're gonna send this piece out to every street
corner and every ghetto style

So recognize



[ VERSE 1 ]

This scene takes place on a street corner

If you're strong, you survive, if not, then
you're a goner

Throughout the world every ghetto is the same

Where 'nigga' or 'bitch' ain't a dis, it's just a
name

The state of mind the same that idealize a
nine

And if you batch your eyes, we'll rob you
blind

Cause the law is survival of the fittest

If you need it and it's worth goin for, you
better get it

The weekend is here, my money is low

I got a gun and a mask, I want some cash, so
yo

To me the gas station looks just like a bank

I'm makin a withdrawal and fillin up the tank

I killed two birds with one stone

Nobody moved, I didn't have to bust a cap or
break a bone

Another clean get-away, the coast is all
clear

Still got Uptown to go and buy some gear

Between me and my man, 10 g's at least

Fifty-fity, good lookin, yo, I'm out, peace

I bought a ounce from the dread, cause I
wanna

Get dipped and ripped and parlay on the street
corner



[ VERSE 2 ]

Well, I just got paid and brothers on the block
know

Cause the crew is in a huddle, word up, they
playin celo

I'm feelin kinda lucky tonight, like i could win
it

Who got the bank, zigga, how much is in it?

1-2-3-4 hundred

Stopped it, bank got fever, but trips run it

When I took the bank I bet the whole ki

And rolled a deuce, all them heads rolled
1-2-3

Watch his face when he ace, now gimme some
space

Shorty, go and buy a 40, better yet get a
case

And a box of owls, street corner style

I'm hittin ziggas nice, so they can't say I'm
foul

For breakin em, takin they papes and cold
steppin

They know I got they money. but I also got a
weapon

It's always like one or two brothers that start
bitchin

But these is just the workers on the block that
be pitchin

My peeps got the fat-ass jeep pumpin the
system

Girls comin around me, cause they boyfriends
dissed em

That made it easy for me whenever I wanna

I call her to have her come and meet me on the
street corner



[ VERSE 3 ]

No more stick-up's for me, cause now I'm gettin
loot

I blew up on the block, and didn't have to
shoot

See everybody who was on, fell off

Takin too many shorts, gettin caught, now they up
north

I opened shop and went straight to the top

Then some old-timers came back to get props

First they tried to play me, they thought they
could extort me

But now I got beef with these ziggas that taught
me

One night I'm sittin in my car just chillin

Puffin a blunt, I got a paranoid feelin

Somethin was 'bout to happen, but I didn't know
what

So I loaded my joint, cause I felt it in my
gut

But then I got beeped as I stashed my gun

Who the hell this beepin me with 911?

Didn't recognize the number, so I went to call
back

Then I heard somebody say (He think he all
that)

When I turned around, I knew it was a set-up

I tried to pull out, before I could I got wet
up

People tried to help me, I knew I was a goner

I said, "Later for me, just keep the babies
off the street corner"