your FM dial We're gonna send this piece out to every street corner and every ghetto style So recognize [VERSE 1] This scene takes place on a street corner
they come, they all fall like the Great Wall Make no mistake, I take you straight to the state morgue Swarmin' informers like cops at drug corners Feds
for the sick I'm In'a street, I find to see you Eating always in the central food People faiths anyways market Anywhere stop to until Kick something the corner
Brooklyn, this is the set-off Kay Sleezy, take it to the streets nigga Word up, Sauce Money, uh, uh Proper set-off Don't get it fucked up 'cause Sauce
, Step off Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft I was sitting on the corner just a wasting my time When i realised i was the king
into the sun Destined to shine over the planet Till I came across a gun, infatuated by the sound When the shots get sprayed, like I'm about to take the streets
swear, curse or juggle Lyrics in the verse to make a party bubble So mister Censorship, tell me, what's your problem There's girlies on the corner, and
they come, they all fall like the great wall Make no mistake, I take you straight to the state morgue Swarmin informers like cops at drug corners Feds
like the sun, I ain't fuckin' wit y'all I'ma keep on keepin' on, keep on holdin' on The storm consumes all the sun and moon fall When you saw the mega
Ayo, ever since a young buck, I been on the come up Known to dish the raw, dish the law if they come up An' cheddar 'till the sun up, if there's a ransom
slip We hold on Desperate downtown stealing bikes Drunks in the village are picking fights So police like the streets, read them their rights No controlling hot summer nights The sun
What, you can find me on the corner with stones, quarters and zones Or dope and powder broke, and our sale's soap and flour And most of our customers
beef I'm one in a mil', comin' to kill It's like you wanting a pill, my gun put your back on the streets Spine on the concrete lookin' at the sun Eyelids
skills and we gon' use it We make it crunk till the sun come up We like, go an' get it homy, go, go an' get it homy The streets quietly anticipate a
feel it bitch You gettin' thrown out of clubs ever time you see me. (King Jacob) Uugh, everybody want to be street Guaranteed they bring the most heat
I overdo it So you won't confuse it with just rap music R.O.C., we runnin' this rap shit M-Easy, we runnin' this rap shit The Broad Street Bully, we
