Daniel Son (MC) - On The Corner lyrics

[Intro - Daniel Son] One time Not much needs to be said [Verse 1- Daniel Son] Welcome to The Gunners Tape Pardon for the f**in' wait We in the last days Ain't nothin safe Girl like Sharapova with the Russian face Tailor-made suits Beamer with the custom plates Can I live, without a life full of sin? Why my connect always gotta raise the prices again? Why the masterpiece happen every time I cook? Why there's a body on the news every time I look? They just shootin' No reason this time Young gunners put the heat to your mind Dig a hole 6 feet Leave you sleepin' in pine I've been speakin' in signs So strong that I can speak to the blind About to enter my prime Sonsarelli a gentleman in disguise Chemist, I cook With the element of surprise On the highway to hell They said it wasn't my time A fiend's sour a** p**y They sellin' it for a dime Guaranteed it gonna numb her face Clean the plate, leave nothing to waste Put a bucket in a bucket's place Need a million in the f**ing safe Foot pursuits when the rum is chased Leave the booth in a drunken state Inhale the Kush, breathe the trees all out Model's new double D's all out Shook a cop, stutter step Blew his knees all out I'm tryin to eat till my teeth fall out Brown Bag Money... [Talking] Hold on let me switch the flavor one time, man Yo Chef, bring that menu back One time, one time My people get the money Courtside get the money Courtside get the money Daniel Son get the money Brown Bag Money Crate Divizion Giallo Point London, England To Toronto Let me represent, hold up Let me spit somethin' real quick Yo [Verse 2 - Daniel Son] I make plays for the Bucs like Simeon Rice Rice and peas, chicken stay Caribbean spiced Yo my heart been frozen like I'm living in ice I've seen my life before, it's like I'm living it twice Grind first, then we eat after Timbs crispy as a wheat cracker Leaning tower, I'm a cheese stacker Write my autobiography, study each chapter Turn recovering addicts back into relapsers Hide the sick cause I got beer late At Gems Jerk there was a roach in my oxtail plate I snap, like what you call this? Smack the chef with a swordfish I'm never snitchin' on accomplice Every move I make is done with great timing Vintage Ralph from the late 90's Sonsarelli got the vision of the greats by me We stay grimy Product that we cooking praised highly [Talking] Yo I was taking to my Vietnamese man the other day I was tryin to show him how we doin' things over here Is a little bit different Than how they does things over there They way he showed me, everything Sounds real peaceful over there though, my friend Sittin' under palm trees Eating shrimp Drinking imported Heineken's Hold up, let me step back man [Verse 3 - Daniel Son] Yo I'm riding in the hooptie Gotta obey your thirst I drive slow cause the breaks don't work (word!) I'm old school like it's '72, then to '73 Paint a picture that you never could see Never been the type to smile Wave hi to new neighbors I've been ducking midnight crusaders Drop enough gems to inspire tomb raiders Bulletproof whips, rhymes on fireproof paper Yo crack the blunt! My dude, roll some endo in it Ralph jeans, got the Timbos with it Rollin' in the '96 Benz, got Nintendo in it Blacking out like the f**in' windows tinted f** the whole system Guilty in the eyes of the court's vision I'm tryin' to duck the mortician Now a days, there's more k**in Dope dealing Fiends OD'in Before they get a whole dose in 'em Yo [Talking] Yo my man Let me tell you somethin real quick, man I seen the girl down the way She was from Loud I need me a girl like that What you know about it?