from doin' shows I made more dough on the grind than goin' gold That's why I stay fly an' I'm flagin' on hoes Floss is so cool, in Austin, no shoes Just a rubber band on
lot of vision Your buck teeth, stalwart heart Can?t stop this invertebrate on a mission He?s in charge But it?s a long hard fight The corner turns And
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck
misery Day after day, wasting her life She decided to sell her body Walking down corners and dark lanes Night lights dazzles her mind Crime and voilence on
You'll wish that you were dead That's what I'm thinking she must be thinking The girl I spent 53 bucks on last night She gives me a look from the corner
Yeah, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck G-G-G-Unit, haha Vacate your home, I come to break your bones America's nightmare, we at it again A desert eagle
said I'm not Young MC but what's the flava I played it like Troop 'cause I'm not [Unverified] I park my shit on three wheels 'cause I'm ill Compton's on
(lick lick lick) And he'll eat your ass up And while he eatin you I'm on the set making big bucks 'cause there's money out on the streets (on the Flav
Fuck around and be on a respirator Going up to heaven on an escalator Cause they sent you to hell on an elevator yo You're right in front of the corner
niggas ain't eatin' like a romadon Spit the shit that make ya feel it in yo' chromosomes Got my the money put my whole damn corner on Young Carter part 3 on the corner
Eatin Like A Romadon Spit The Shit That Make Ya Feel It In Yo Chromosomes Got My The Money Put My Whole Damn Corner On Young Carter Part 3 Im The Corner
leakin' up out of yo speaker is the speech of Weezy F. Baby No more no less Baby, so forth and so on Front door livin' room young nigga switchin' we
on the track you know we had to get it in (Let Go) Mr. Murk a verse, killa remixes, young Bow Wizzle with that Cali Swag District, backpack on, snap-back on
hide, so I had to blow his life away. Blew a few more lines, just to send my conscious on its way Plotted on some crime, then I pulled up on a bank lot
stackin', leave ya wet Niggas who disrespect, my chopper put in check Big body on broaders, that's all I know Mansion on Washetona 6 figures on the floor