Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Off The Corner, artist - Lil Wayne. Album song Lights Out, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Get Off The Corner |
The block is hot, the cops is swarmin a neighborhood heavy |
While niggas off in the neighborhood sellin, with penitentiary chances |
The dope roped up in the cup of their pants |
Fiends flock like ??? |
come get this candy |
I got heroin in bundles, them Highland O’s |
Plus a cooked slab, chopped up, dimes is swoll |
If I spot the laws comin, hey its time to roll |
Candy Carter got a line of parole, Outta control |
The first fell a Tuesday this month oh sweet thang |
Plus it’s a sweet day, me next score for three days |
One time they say what you mean, I gets the green |
Break up the block like Maurice Green, ya feel me? |
In my predicament I’m guilty until proven innocent |
Hustle ridiculous, I’m tryin to get this dope continuos |
Ball til I fall, one thing, I ain’t tryin to fall |
Want everybody numb like ambasol |
But he heard |
Uh oh There go them fuckin po-po's |
And if you know like I know |
You better get off the corner |
I’m a young dog, wild and ecstatic, violent when passin |
hem gangstas doin time in a parishment, role models |
And keep ya cup, we drink whole bottles, and cuss at niggas |
Like fuck that nigga, I let my pump subtract niggas |
You beef with me I guarantee your mams be missin |
With a note behind demandin three chickens or she gets it Do not twist because lil man is trippin |
They could have ya body in three different places |
Ain’t nothin gravy, but save it Cause I’m a ride and hit the nigga street |
Weezy go to war like Sadaam and Clinton disagree |
While I’m shitty from the weed |
Like were them bustas be I promise ya never fuckin sleep, I clear the set |
Come outside late at night to your surprise I’m here with Tecks |
Two shots knock off the niggas necks, it’s so realistic |
So I hope ya get it, or else them shots poke ya fetti |
Be on the block until them souljas hit it That’s when he heard… |
Blocka |
Me come to tear your block up If you don’t want no problems |
You better get off the corner |
All right, I cook it, cut it, ship and move it I make a livin in this crooked public distributin |
Just take a peek around, the hood is floodin, shit is boomin |
The hottest D in town lookin for me hit me Tuesday, like after six |
See I crack the bricks right down to Z’s |
Got pounds of trees, my blocks blazin qp’s to ki’s |
Gangin in the cheese, them bricks is comin |
No droughts I don’t sit on nothin |
I don’t believe I’m frontin |
If I give you a dime, I leave with somethin |
The big dog, Nigga I got the city under siege |
And the law don’t bother me, I give the pigs a couple of G’s |
Shit, I hustle strong to push this work through the streets |
I’m tryin to deal with every nigga, and sell the birds up cheap |
I'm greedy, if there's any money bein made from drugs I need it Twenty bricks two weeks completed, you can't beat it Whatever you want, holla at me when you need to get it Does anybody else, I'll pay em |
a visit |
That’s when ya heard… |
Come here peeps |
I’m hearin that you run these streets |
You don’t want beef |
Then get off the corner |
Uh oh, you better get off the corner, skirt |
Blocka, you better get off the corner |
Come here, you better get off the corner |
Get off the corner, Get off the corner |
What, uh oh, get off the corner |
What, uh oh, you better off the corner |
What, uh oh, you better off the corner |
What, uh oh, you better off the corner |
Like dat, Get off the corner |