Tut - Corner Stories lyrics

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Tut - Corner Stories lyrics

feat. Michael Da Vinci Crack head sitting on the corner Looking like he might be in need Wondering if you can give them a little bit of cheese For another crack rocking a little mickey d's oh, he gonna get it Remember sitting in my uncle's kitchen I was 8 though Whippin' up a little something for them pesos I was making pyramids out of legos He was making sure his daughter then we're straight though Screaming motherf**er co*k the car wins low Louie pellers with the motherf**ing tier hole Ran the trap like a goddamn drive through Slanging crack at the motherf**ing window And the drive through n***a gotta get bread By any means my n***a, motherf** fans We get the cheese my n***a, till we all fed Started out with 9 n***as and they all dead And the choir sings Young n***a posted on the corner Posted with a pocket full of trees See the sh** cost a dub, he ain't got no 6 or c's And I can't f** with you, if you ain't got the f sh** I'ma get it, n***a let's get lifted We can get high tonight And we gonna jack that n***a that was flossing, right? Yeah, no gun, it was hard tonight Try to jack a motherf**er with an army knife I gotta lay low, made a triple to the barrel 'cause the ends low I'm on the interstate with 10.5, damn There go Carl Winslow n***as ask me how I'm doing, said I'm f**ed up But I still find the way to get them bucks up Mean I'll rob in the place when the cops up I'm in your girlfriend still tryina get a night op Crack head standing on the corner Night time staring at the trees Fiending for a rock, she was of a**ist 3 Sharing dirty needles arm look so diseased Little kids run to the house in the driveway Turn this last game of hide and seek 1, 2, 3 smell the fumes from the weed That the old hair's lit down the street got a nose for the ceased High's so good, swears it's all that she needs Should have pa**ed a week ago to stay sherik sh**, can I get a dollar for my feet Up and down the street, walking, looking at the heat For the smoke from the porch, look s**y to its schmit Tryina reach the pyramid, slay for the queen n***as life of queens playing pricks in Corvettes Fast lining, purple rain hoes make them right