The Corner, The Streets

"In the street, on the, on the, corner, in the street"

"In the street, on the corner"

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They got crack they got guns "on there corner"

I seen niggaz die young "in the street"

They got, females for sale "on the corner"

Mad niggaz in jail for running wild "in the street"

[Lord Jamar]

Yo, I attended UCLA, now how that grab you?

The University of the Corner of Lincoln Avenue

Where no sleep is lost when they think of stabbing you

Leave you in the playground laying face down

And I'm not Deandre, this is not HBO

This is real life, and it's real trife

Sometimes it's too much to fathom

Coroner come through they just bag 'em and tag 'em

Just the other I was copping weed "on the corner"

Man, I seen a nigga get shot, he was laying out "in the street"

The blood started to leak from his head

He was dead, I was just standing feet away

You never know if today's gon' be the day

That you get killed, blood get spilt

All over the pavement, cause

[Chorus]

[Lord Jamar]

Yo, she used to be a dime piece, back in '82

She was the shit, then she got strung out on the shit

Now her beauties drained from the cocaine

Her once delicate speech is now profane

Reminents of her formal self, catch a trick's eye

She suck anonymous dick and then gets high

She on the block to the whee hours

And I wouldn't fuck with it even if she took three showers

With eight AIDS tests, she's a straight mess

She look older than she is, cause she stay stressed

The whole hood know her, we anbuvilent

Her mixed up girl, we lost at innocence

What's really sad is that she's not the only one

Her life is bad, but she's not the only one

There's plenty more, the streets got plenty whores

Pimp prophet bank corners on twenty four

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[Grand Puba]

Now a new born baby from the hospital

Headed to the hood to face them obstacles

Of the gangstas, killings, fiends and drug dealings

Those who get caught, get pinched and start squealing

The have nots, stuck in the hood, that stays hot

Like crabs in the barrel try'nna make it to the top

With petty ass beef, gat handles with the glock

Where innocent kids wind up getting shot

Where murder is a trend, selling drugs is a hobby

And moms and grandmoms scared to walk through the lobby

Where young men, don't get a chance to be men

Lie, step or shot down, all they talking was sin

Where young girls walk around the hood with no clothes

Thinking it's aight from watching them videos

This shit is by design, program your mind

With a savage way of thinking, leaving you dumb, deaf & blind

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