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Love Da Corner
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Mistah F.a.b.
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Don't shoot him in the street Uh, comin' up we was poor, bruh Bein' broke ain't no fun In the dark, ain't no sun So we hit the block, we was on one Livin' life how I wanta High speeds we was runnin' from the rollers Neighborhoods stars, yeah, everybody knows us Young niggas infatuated by bein' on the corner Havin' dreams about my lost homie I still can't believe they killed Frost on me Mama said "It take a lotta cost to be the boss, homie" It ain't no love for all those suckas, man, that crossed on me Watch me do my wiggle, I'm gonna make it to the tin-nop Remember when they laughed 'cause they thought that I fli-nopped Still got the money in the shoe box Never fall off, regardless of, man, what you thought And I ain't got one dime for you bops Remember when my mama used to do rocks And daddy used to shoot hop Man, I was just a shorty doo-wop Wearin' Coasters from Payless, with the matchin' tube socks The jungle I was from, boy, you had to be a brave heart And please don't tell nobody I got these from K-Mart Yeah, we went to Ross for the khakis And used to switch tags on LaCosta just to match 'em Uh, comin' up we was poor, bruh Bein' broke ain't no fun In the dark, ain't no sun So we hit the block, we was on one Livin' life how I wanta High speeds we was runnin' from the rollers Neighborhoods stars, yeah, everybody know us Young niggas infatuated by bein' on the corner Uh, yeah I was raised where the Gs at Gutter, the same houses where the roaches and the fleas at Where the Top Ramen, Cup-a-Noodles and the cheese at The government cheese, felt like them folks freezed that Cops and robbers boy, we was playin' freeze tag In the same park where the winos and the fiends at Broken-broken bottles of 8-ball and King Cobra I'm from the hood, I ain't never seen a fiend sober Started hustlin' 'cause I was tryin' to get my team over Mature, yeah, fifteen years old, but I seemed older Exposed to the streets at an early age Brother made the news, Oakland Tribune, front page Mama tryin' to shield me from the street life Said I "Had to be in the house before the street lights" The whoopins didn't work 'cause I was hangin' late Fifteen years old, just a gangin' mane Uh, comin' up we was poor, bruh Bein' broke ain't no fun In the dark, ain't no sun So we hit the block, we was on one Livin' life how I wanta High speeds we was runnin' from the rollers Neighborhoods stars, yeah, everybody knows us Young niggas infatuated by bein' on the corner Fresh off the phone with my bruh, hope they releasin' him Mama said "He institutionalized, ain't no need to leave" Little boy died in the street, with no decency Cover that baby's eyes, there's some things he don't need to see Streets'll strip your innocence, no wonder why we're cold hearted Yellow bus riders, them little niggas retarded And it don't make no sense how the whole funk started Both sides done lost lives, rest in peace to the departed I was posted on Market They said I was a target But I was tryin' to eat, I was focused on the harvest At the dice game chasin' cheese, 'cause nigga, I was starvin' Raised by the OGs, Big P and Marvin Tuffy, Half-Chopper, Mike Fee and Manny-Bo Fortieth and Market, rest in peace my brother Danny though Came a long way from playin' throw-up tackle And spiked drinks at the house party, throwed up after Uh, comin' up we was poor, bruh Bein' broke ain't no fun In the dark, ain't no sun So we hit the block, we was on one Livin' life how I wanta High speeds we was runnin' from the rollers Neighborhoods stars, yeah, everybody know us Young niggas infatuated by bein' on the corner
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