Lord Jamar - The Corner, The Streets lyrics

"In the street, on the, on the, corner, in the street" "In the street, on the corner" (Chorus) They got crack they got guns "on there corner" I seen n***az die young "in the street" They got, females for sale "on the corner" Mad n***az in jail for running wild "in the street" (Lord Jamar) 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 I was copping weed "on the corner" Man, I seen a n***a 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 k**ed, blood get spilt All over the pavement, cause (Chorus) (Lord Jamar) Yo, she used to be a dime piece, back in '82 She was the sh**, then she got strung out on the sh** Now her beauties drained from the c**aine Her once delicate speech is now profane Reminents of her formal self, catch a trick's eye She s** anonymous dick and then gets high She on the block to the whee hours And I wouldn't f** with it even if she took three showers With eight AIDS tests, she's a straight mess She look older than she is, cause she stay stressed The whole hood know her, we anbuvilent Her mixed up girl, we lost at 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 who*es Pimp prophet bank corners on twenty four (Chorus) (Grand Puba) Now a new born baby from the hospital Headed to the hood to face them obstacles Of the gangstas, k**ings, 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 try'nna make it to the top With petty a** beef, gat handles with the glock Where innocent kids wind up getting shot Where murder is a trend, selling d** is a hobby And moms and grandmoms scared to walk through the lobby Where young men, don't get a chance to be men Lie, step or shot down, all they talking was sin Where young girls walk around the hood with no clothes Thinking it's aight from watching them videos This sh** is by design, program your mind With a savage way of thinking, leaving you dumb, deaf & blind (Chorus)