The Corner, The Streets

Lyrics

[Intro: (Sampled vocals)] (In the street, on the, on the, corner, in the street) (In the street, on the corner") [Hook: Lord Jamar (sampled vocals)] They got crack they got guns (On the corner) I seen niggas die young (In the street) They got, females for sale (On the corner) Mad niggas in jail, for running wild (In the street) [Verse 1: Lord Jamar (Sampled vocals)] 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 day, 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, be careful 'cause [Hook: Lord Jamar (sampled vocals)] They got crack they got guns (On the corner) I seen niggas die young (In the street) They got, females for sale (On the corner) Mad niggas in jail, for running wild (In the street) [Verse 2: 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 beauty's drained, from the cocaine Her once delicate speech is now profane Remnants of her formal self, catch a trick's eye She suck anonymous dick and then gets high She on the block 'til the wee hours And I wouldn't fuck with her even if she took three showers With eight AIDS tests, she's a straight mess She look older than she is, cause she stays stressed The whole hood know her, we ambivalent A mixed up girl, who lost her 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 profit, bank corners on twenty fours [Hook: Lord Jamar (sampled vocals)] They got crack they got guns (On the corner) I seen niggas die young (In the street) They got, females for sale (On the corner) Mad niggas in jail, for running wild (In the street) [Verse 3: Grand Puba] Yeah, now a new born baby from the hospital Headed to the hood to face them obstacles Of the gangsters, killing, 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 trying to make it to the top With petty ass beef, gat handles with the Glock When 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 Locked up or shot down, all they was taught was sin Where young girls walk around the hood with no clothes Thinking it's alright from watching them videos This shit is by design, programmed your mind With a savage way of thinking, leaving you dumb, deaf & blind, so [Hook: Lord Jamar (sampled vocals)] They got crack they got guns (On the corner) I seen niggas die young (In the street) They got, females for sale (On the corner) Mad niggas in jail, for running wild (In the street)