Lyrics

[ INTRO: Mr. Magic ] Aight, no doubt, no doubt This is super rockin Mr. Magic on 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 If you're strong, you survive, if not, then you're a goner Throughout the world every ghetto is the same Where 'nigga' or 'bitch' ain't a dis, it's just a name The state of mind the same at corner, idealize none And if you batch your eyes, we'll rob you blind Cause the law is survival of the fittest If you need it and it's worth goin' for, you better get it The weekend is here, my money is low I got a gun and a mask, I want some cash, so yo To me the gas station looks just like a bank I'm makin' a withdrawal and fillin' up the tank I killed two birds with one stone Nobody moved, I didn't have to bust a cap or break a bone Another clean get-away, the coast is all clear Still got enough time to go and buy some gear Between me and my man, 10 g's at least Fifty-fifty, good lookin', yo, I'm out, peace I bought a ounce from the dread, cause I wanna Get dipped and ripped and parlay on the street corner (Stay down, nobody move) (C'mon baby we're out of here) [ VERSE 2 ] Well, I just got paid and brothers on the block know Cause the crew is in a huddle, word up, they playin' celo I'm feelin' kinda lucky tonight, like i could win it Who got the bank, zigga, how much is in it? 1-2-3-4 hundred Stopped it, bank got fever, but trips run it When I took the bank I bet the whole g And rolled a deuce, all them heads rolled 1-2-3 Watch his face when he ace, now gimme some space Shorty, go and buy a 40, better yet get a case And a box of owls, street corner style I'm hittin' ziggas nice, so they can't say I'm foul For breakin' em, takin' they papes and cold steppin' They know I got they money, but I also got a weapon It's always like one or two brothers that start bitchin' But these is just the workers on the block that be pitchin' My peeps got the fat-ass jeep pumpin' the system Girls comin around me, cause they boyfriends dissed 'em That made it easy for me whenever I wanna I call her to have her come and meet me on the street corner [ VERSE 3 ] No more stick-up for me, cause now I'm gettin' loot I blew up on the block, and didn't have to shoot See everybody who was on, fell off Takin' too many shots, gettin' caught, now they up north I opened shop and went straight to the top Then some old-timers came back to get props First they tried to play me, they thought they could extort me But now I got beef with these ziggas that taught me One night I'm sittin' in my car just chillin' Puffin' a blunt, I got a paranoid feelin' Somethin' was 'bout to happen, but I didn't know what So I loaded my joint, cause I felt it in my gut But then I got beeped as I stashed my gun Who the hell this beepin' me with 911? Didn't recognize the number, so I went to call back Then I heard somebody say (He think he all that) When I turned around, I knew it was a set-up I tried to pull out, before I could I got wet up People tried to help me, I knew I was a goner I said, "Later for me, just keep the babies off the street corner"