[Intro:]
Yeah!
Let's get to the money!
G-Unit done had enough of that bullsh**, n***a! (Right?) (Yeah!)
It's a 2 G thing, boy!
Uh! {PLK! }
[Chorus:]
My corner cold! - My corner cold! (uh!)
My corner cold! [gun co*ks] I'll make it warmer! (uh!)
My corner cold! (yeah!) - My corner cold! (yeah!) {Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
My corner cold! (yeah!) - The cold corner! (boom!) {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
[Verse 1:]
Icey as a f**, you neva think I made it back from hell (naah!)
Everybody sellin' out! - Me? I'm comin' back to sell! (yeah!)
This is for the jail cell - international and L (whattup?)
Gotta and my n***a Ace, I'm stuntin' in these n***as face. (right!)
Gucci bubble take, they takes me by the double
Trouble seems (uh!) to follow me (uh!) no time to sleep! - Thru the struggle. (yeah!)
Humble down, 'fore I make you, come around and I'm a chase you
Take you outta here, Impala stare, (blat! blat! blat!) 'rounds to the ankle. (whoo!)
I should thank you! - You haters brought me right outta my coma
Flashbacks of Barcelona now I'm 7 years older. (uh-huuh!)
Purple tree aroma, got my smokin' weed diploma (ye-eah!)
And the microphone my b**h, in the booth - I beat up on her. (AHHMMM!)
On my block! - The teenagers is comin' out the house tucked
Shorty only turnin' 8 and know to keep his mouth shut. (yeah!)
I hit him off with' somethin' help him cop his favorite kicks,
n***as brought me up the same way. - It pro'ly made me rich. - b*tch!
[Chorus:]
My corner cold! - My corner cold! (uh!)
My corner cold! [gun co*ks] I'll make it warmer! (yeeeah!) [gunshot]
My corner cold! (uh!) - My corner cold! (uh!)
My corner cold! - The cold corner! (yeah!)
[Verse 2:]
Call me whatchu want hater, you mad you can't call me! (yeah!)
I'm pushin' 400! - You on the corner with' ya 40! (40!)
40 acres and the vapors when you rakin' up the paper
In my candy-coated scraper, system wakin' up Jamaica! (boom!)
Take a portion of my formula! - I'll still be toppin' all of ya (yeah!)
Ring-rockin' warrior, lower ya into a line! (yeeeah!)
Take a L on the street - before you win with the rhyme
Boy ya life is bullsh**, (blat! blat! blat!) cause that's all you did with ya time. (boom!)
I'm born to win with the grind. - My catalog would pack a crowd
Wrist full of lights, chain swingin' like Packie out. (whoo!)
20 Thou pocket stack, tryna see where it's poppin' at,
Prepared cause I'm popular, paid! - And they ain't' stoppin' that! (boom!) (naaaah!)
My energy'll knock 'em back, I'm Blanka with the shock
Tonka with the truck! - Timbaland stompin' with' the whop! (whop!)
Knockin' up the block! - Rubberband poppin' when I shop
How can I be topped? - n***as name-droppin' to the cops! {DAMN! } - STOP!
[Chorus:]
My corner cold! (uh!) - My corner cold! (uh!) {CAN'T FORGET...}
My corner cold! [gun co*ks] I'll make it warmer! (uh!) {"THISIS50.COM"!}
My corner cold! (yeah!) - My corner cold! (yeah!) {SHADYVILLE!}
My corner cold! (yeah!) {COME ON!} - The cold corner! (boom!) [gunshot] [beat stops]