[ INTRO: Mr. Magic ]
Aight, no doubt, no doubt
This is super rockin Mr. Magic on your FM dial
We`re gonna send this piece out to every street corner and every ghetto style
So recognize
[ VERSE 1 ]
This scene takes place on a street corner
If you`re strong, you survive, if not, then you`re a goner
Throughout the world every ghetto is the same
Where `nigga` or `bitch` ain`t a dis, it`s just a name
The state of mind the same that idealize a nine
And if you batch your eyes, we`ll rob you blind
Cause the law is survival of the fittest
If you need it and it`s worth goin for, you better get it
The weekend is here, my money is low
I got a gun and a mask, I want some cash, so yo
To me the gas station looks just like a bank
I`m makin a withdrawal and fillin up the tank
I killed two birds with one stone
Nobody moved, I didn`t have to bust a cap or break a bone
Another clean get-away, the coast is all clear
Still got Uptown to go and buy some gear
Between me and my man, 10 g`s at least
Fifty-fity, good lookin, yo, I`m out, peace
I bought a ounce from the dread, cause I wanna
Get dipped and ripped and parlay on the street corner
[ VERSE 2 ]
Well, I just got paid and brothers on the block know
Cause the crew is in a huddle, word up, they playin celo
I`m feelin kinda lucky tonight, like i could win it
Who got the bank, zigga, how much is in it?
1-2-3-4 hundred
Stopped it, bank got fever, but trips run it
When I took the bank I bet the whole ki
And rolled a deuce, all them heads rolled 1-2-3
Watch his face when he ace, now gimme some space
Shorty, go and buy a 40, better yet get a case
And a box of owls, street corner style
I`m hittin ziggas nice, so they can`t say I`m foul
For breakin em, takin they papes and cold steppin
They know I got they money. but I also got a weapon
It`s always like one or two brothers that start bitchin
But these is just the workers on the block that be pitchin
My peeps got the fat-ass jeep pumpin the system
Girls comin around me, cause they boyfriends dissed em
That made it easy for me whenever I wanna
I call her to have her come and meet me on the street corner
[ VERSE 3 ]
No more stick-up`s for me, cause now I`m gettin loot
I blew up on the block, and didn`t have to shoot
See everybody who was on, fell off
Takin too many shorts, gettin caught, now they up north
I opened shop and went straight to the top
Then some old-timers came back to get props
First they tried to play me, they thought they could extort me
But now I got beef with these ziggas that taught me
One night I`m sittin in my car just chillin
Puffin a blunt, I got a paranoid feelin
Somethin was `bout to happen, but I didn`t know what
So I loaded my joint, cause I felt it in my gut
But then I got beeped as I stashed my gun
Who the hell this beepin me with 911?
Didn`t recognize the number, so I went to call back
Then I heard somebody say (He think he all that)
When I turned around, I knew it was a set-up
I tried to pull out, before I could I got wet up
People tried to help me, I knew I was a goner
I said, Later for me, just keep the babies off the street corner
