A-yo wassup?
(Inaudible)
Excuse me sir, sir, can I talk to to you for a second?
Yo wassup, wassup?
Hi, we’re from Channel 3 and we’re doin’ a story of the criminal elements that take place…
Corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals
Comin’ to you live from the streets of Boston
Where n#gg#s be gettin’ they life took like pocket books in the dark
Sparks be comin’ out guns, seein’ brothers run like roaches when the lights be comin’ on in the early morn’
Brothers be schemin’ and dealin’
Can I ask why you stealin’ and sowin’ up blocks to makе a livin’?
A-yo they got me trapped in thе belly of greed
That they proceeds with the izm smoke, make my eyes bleed
I need the cream (Yeah), just like crack to a fiend
So I chills with my people, lockin’ down the street scene
All in my eyes is green cash in the flash tax free (Uh-huh)
Hit my man with 3 for the eighth of a ki (Yeah)
That’s how it be on the quest for riches
Borin’ block n#gg#s got stitches, mad ’cause we f#ck they b#tches
And snitches make it hot but I still rock knots
For the cookies and dip and die from undercover cops
Can you define that from the cops?
I sure can hops, so peep it close as I starts to drop
I run through backyards, hoppin’ fence (Uh-huh)
The consequences is major (Yeah)
Hold my pager (Uh) when jumpin’ over park benches
Throwin’ trash cans to slow ’em down, bumps all over the ground
(Uh)
But my main concern’s to be out no doubt (Really?)
The Jakes make mistakes, come in too deep and catch a shell shower
Bodies struck by the hour, that’s how it is
Corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals
So wait a minute, so wait a minute, tell me somethin’
So what’s your point?
When you’re caught you get locked up in the joint or maybe do 10 to 5
Believe me yo you got to strive hard to wear your lifestyle, the trife style
Mad criminal, massacre corner causin’ disaster
Picture army tactical, renegade terror tactics
Boom, they get you to your head, now it’s graphic
Drastic measures takin’ by revengeful friends and black hoodies
We’re not the Jedi Minds so you can end this
You don’t see what I see, [?] sh#t on us (Uh-huh)
That’s how bad they want us, rollin’ in the red [?] (Yeah)
Over 5.0, tryna front
Askin’ yo, who got the rock? When we refer to ’em as bumps (I see)
My pockets [?] kid, I can’t fake the fizz
It’s the props and the pages, just keepin’ it strictly biz
On point like arrow tips with clips and straps
And rollin’ thick and equipped in case n#gg#s wanna clap
Let me tell you somethin’, the youth need to know the truth
Not bustin’ caps in raps, all hold these straps and waistlines
Hold up, hold up, I don’t waste time
I make mines excel, expel any adversary
And try to keep my #ss out as self (I see)
You screamin’ mad b#llsh#t black but I can’t accept (What?)
You’re tryna feed me all these ideas I’d rather be anorexic
Accept it, my personas, I’m gonna get you sucker
If you think of stickin’ me, I’m linkin’ 380 degrees
Corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals
But to conclude this interview with the criminal element
Basically society’s taught you how to survive
With this grip in dark days, now you big in large ways
So you get chain and others can maintain
The cipher has to be broke, so when you gone you not forgotten
The streets is rotten, [?] are trash can shoppin’
And others are plottin’ death, link shots to know what’s left
With pain and stress, another dead with no regret
Man go ahead with that, I gots to be fat or beast
I want the whole damn cake kid, f#ck ya inner peace
Yo grands and Land Cruisers of these substance abusers
And these move fakers, I roll with real money makers
And life takers, not hesitant to represent a hundred percent
Leavin’ behind no evidence, untraceable residents
Puttin’ hits on rivals, invade blocks for survival
It prevails in the end when kids hit with 5 to 10
In the life, it’s just another day
We rejoice with cups of Alizé, you know the Concrete way
The way it is and it will always remain
I stay with crazy method on how to bring the f#ckin’ pain
Corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals
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