Street Corner

[ INTRO: Mr. Magic ]<br>Aight, no doubt, no doubt<br>This is super rockin Mr. Magic on your FM dial<br>We`re gonna send this piece out to every street corner and every ghetto style<br>So recognize<br><br>[ VERSE 1 ]<br>This scene takes place on a street corner<br>If you`re strong, you survive, if not, then you`re a goner<br>Throughout the world every ghetto is the same<br>Where `nigga` or `bitch` ain`t a dis, it`s just a name<br>The state of mind the same that idealize a nine<br>And if you batch your eyes, we`ll rob you blind<br>Cause the law is survival of the fittest<br>If you need it and it`s worth goin for, you better get it<br>The weekend is here, my money is low<br>I got a gun and a mask, I want some cash, so yo<br>To me the gas station looks just like a bank<br>I`m makin a withdrawal and fillin up the tank<br>I killed two birds with one stone<br>Nobody moved, I didn`t have to bust a cap or break a bone<br>Another clean get-away, the coast is all clear<br>Still got Uptown to go and buy some gear<br>Between me and my man, 10 g`s at least<br>Fifty-fity, good lookin, yo, I`m out, peace<br>I bought a ounce from the dread, cause I wanna<br>Get dipped and ripped and parlay on the street corner<br><br>[ VERSE 2 ]<br>Well, I just got paid and brothers on the block know<br>Cause the crew is in a huddle, word up, they playin celo<br>I`m feelin kinda lucky tonight, like i could win it<br>Who got the bank, zigga, how much is in it?<br>1-2-3-4 hundred<br>Stopped it, bank got fever, but trips run it<br>When I took the bank I bet the whole ki<br>And rolled a deuce, all them heads rolled 1-2-3<br>Watch his face when he ace, now gimme some space<br>Shorty, go and buy a 40, better yet get a case<br>And a box of owls, street corner style<br>I`m hittin ziggas nice, so they can`t say I`m foul<br>For breakin em, takin they papes and cold steppin<br>They know I got they money. but I also got a weapon<br>It`s always like one or two brothers that start bitchin<br>But these is just the workers on the block that be pitchin<br>My peeps got the fat-ass jeep pumpin the system<br>Girls comin around me, cause they boyfriends dissed em<br>That made it easy for me whenever I wanna<br>I call her to have her come and meet me on the street corner<br><br>[ VERSE 3 ]<br>No more stick-up`s for me, cause now I`m gettin loot<br>I blew up on the block, and didn`t have to shoot<br>See everybody who was on, fell off<br>Takin too many shorts, gettin caught, now they up north<br>I opened shop and went straight to the top<br>Then some old-timers came back to get props<br>First they tried to play me, they thought they could extort me<br>But now I got beef with these ziggas that taught me<br>One night I`m sittin in my car just chillin<br>Puffin a blunt, I got a paranoid feelin<br>Somethin was `bout to happen, but I didn`t know what<br>So I loaded my joint, cause I felt it in my gut<br>But then I got beeped as I stashed my gun<br>Who the hell this beepin me with 911?<br>Didn`t recognize the number, so I went to call back<br>Then I heard somebody say (He think he all that)<br>When I turned around, I knew it was a set-up<br>I tried to pull out, before I could I got wet up<br>People tried to help me, I knew I was a goner<br>I said, "Later for me, just keep the babies off the street corner"