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Lil' Wayne Get Off The Corner Instrumental

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Uploaded by on Aug 8, 2008

Lil Wayne The block is hot, the cops is swarmin a neighborhood heavy
While niggas off in the neighborhood
sellin, with penitentiary chances
The dope roped up in the cup of their pants
Fiends flock like ??? come get this candy
I got heroin in bundles, them Highland O's
Plus a cooked slab, chopped up, dimes is swoll
If I spot the laws comin, hey its time to roll
Candy Carter got a line of parole, Outta control
The first fell a Tuesday this month oh sweet thang
Plus it's a sweet day, me next score for three days
One time they say what you mean, I gets the green
Break up the block like Maurice Green, ya feel me?
In my predicament I'm guilty until proven innocent
Hustle ridiculous, I'm tryin to get this dope continuos
Ball til I fall, one thing, I ain't tryin to fall
Want everybody numb like ambasol
But he heard

[ Chorus 1 ]
Uh oh
There go them fuckin po-po's
And if you know like I know
You better get off the corner

I'm a young dog, wild and ecstatic, violent when passin
hem gangstas doin time in a parishment, role models
And keep ya cup, we drink whole bottles, and cuss at niggas
Like fuck that nigga, I let my pump subtract niggas
You beef with me I guarantee your mams be missin
With a note behind demandin three chickens or she gets it
Do not twist because lil man is trippin
They could have ya body in three different places
Ain't nothin gravy, but save it
Cause I'm a ride and hit the nigga street
Weezy go to war like Sadaam and Clinton disagree
While I'm shitty from the weed
Like were them bustas be
I promise ya never fuckin sleep, I clear the set
Come outside late at night to your
surprise I'm here with Tecks
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Two shots knock off the niggas necks, it's so realistic
So I hope ya get it, or else them shots poke ya fetti
Be on the block until them souljas hit it
That's when he heard....

[ Chorus 2 ]
Blocka
Me come to tear your block up
If you don't want no problems
You better get off the corner

All right, I cook it, cut it, ship and move it
I make a livin in this crooked public distributin
Just take a peek around, the hood is floodin, shit is boomin
The hottest D in town lookin for me hit
me Tuesday, like after six
See I crack the bricks right down to Z's
Got pounds of trees, my blocks blazin qp's to ki's
Gangin in the cheese, them bricks is comin
No droughts I don't sit on nothin
I don't believe I'm frontin
If I give you a dime, I leave with somethin
The big dog, Nigga I got the city under siege
And the law don't bother me, I give the pigs a couple of G's
Shit, I hustle strong to push this work through the streets
I'm tryin to deal with every nigga,
and sell the birds up cheap
I'm greedy, if there's any money bein
made from drugs I need it
Twenty bricks two weeks completed, you can't beat it
Whatever you want, holla at me when you need to get it
Does anybody else, I'll pay em a visit
That's when ya heard....

[ Chorus 3 ]
Come here peeps
I'm hearin that you run these streets
You don't want beef
Then get off the corner

[ Chorus 1,2,3,3 repeat 2x ]

Uh oh, you better get off the corner, skirt
Blocka, you better get off the corner
Come here, you better get off the corner
Get off the corner, Get off the corner
What, uh oh, get off the corner
What, uh oh, you better off the corner
What, uh oh, you better off the corner
What, uh oh, you better off the corner
Like dat, Get off the corner

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  • An question unanswered to me. Gimme me a sec or best a min. like in the kitchen cooking din. or receive the call am out door. heard an price on the Micky order. on my way, the corner store too. But, eyed on for past due. Has if, Cooki still in the kitchen playin pyrotechnic. glazing the chicken and the sauce "finger licking addictive".

  • look at it hah look at dat shytt,, get off the corner and make a name, do ur thing and dont ever change, the hurder u hustle the more of the fame, the more of the game that u bout 2 learn, the more of the respect that u bout 2 earn, keep burnin motha fucker keep dat kush, if u got a pound den i got me a bush, naww not the president it aint fucked up, it was a gamble wit him guess no1 lucked up, so shut the fuck up and sit the fuck down, cuz now the nigga jay d is gonna run this town
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  • sampled feeling good by nina simone

  • yo now watch me lay it down on the track give it a blanket/ i dont just kill the mic, boy i shank it/ savior of this rap shit better thank me/ 1,2 ,3 nigga u strike out/ fuck with a real nigga and get yo lights out now u understand all the hype now everything they said bout me is true imma mother fucking pistoll packin menace in the booth imma mother fuckin chemist they words i put together imma a poet all that bullshit you talking please stow it cuz homie this game i own it
  • chuj wam w dupe, jem was jak frytki z keczupem

  • @Cookey305 "A question"... prob should star your sentence of grammatically correct

  • Okay This Nigga on the bottom need to stop talking and start walking, lil wayne will destroy you like a little toy, nigga if you step up on my level theres no destroying , there just DEAFEAT!, So Fuck away your fake as hatein.

  • let me start off by saying fuck lil wayne no suwu

    look up at his pic he look like a monkey do

    real talk im on dis niggas level tall talent

    im the truth and answer to your prayer that god sent

    so much money call me bank

    weed smeel good call it dank

    fly so hi highest rank

    nigga needs to quit hanky pank

  • kill the ball yea you fall im the best i dont gotta say much but ill say this its the handball i punch on a different level aint goin back to theoldones because this a war no time for fun ya end up on the coner wit ya moms death on ya consience yea but the money come they na need the bomb shit stay for ever in norwalk east los tree's handball courts its all about this gangsta sport
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