your veins with a lot of hopes and a lot of wishes to realize try to remember when you were a lovely little girl try to return on your steps on your steps
[Kool G. Rap] Brothers on the corner sellin junk got held up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunk You got the hardrocks wavin glocks at the punks
the sewers Keep seein' shit out the corner of my eyes Steady lookin' over my back, I didn't realize Where I was goin', I didn't wanna bother anybody Accidentally stepped on
left her. Hey! dont tell your girl friend how I beat it up and your man; He so cold to ya and I heat it up. Let go your inhibitions, reservations: swallow
' business to yourself and don't get sloppy Talkin' pig-Latin keep you employed Sizzoldiers with choppers and walkie-tizznalkies Call on yo' ass, have wisdom, use your
a plan and purpose for your life man The quarter piece quartet gonna help us sing it right about now God has smiled on me he has set me free (Come on
His shadow sinks under the water As if here the earth and the sky ended On the corner of a dark room I silently begin the first steps of a new life
' me Keep on lookin' at me strange, I'ma have you seein' siamese Close your eyes, look away, your clock is tickin' no time to play Keep on muggin' you
's my brother Kool Nick We're about to drop some science on this track About God and what not, You know, the world. So watch me get busy. Step up, bow your
dunce I met him at the corner bar I only dated the poor boy once That's all, just once, that was all Bill Whedon was questioned as he stepped from his
home Your room was home A corner was home The place they weren't, that was home I know you You're sensitive and you hide it because you fear getting stepped on
I opened the fire door to four lips None of which were mine, kissing Tightened my belt around my hips Where your hands were missing And stepped out into
't shut the fuck up Jump in your pick up truck. Drive from the mountain range Cash the chips in on your shoulder, cut your losses, die young, count the
[Baby] Baller Blockin' Nigga I don't give a fuck When it's on, it's on We got Baby, Lac and Stone In this bitch I'm a neighborhood superstar I'll cook
if I'm lucky, get to see you out the corner of yesterday was that you? Looked just like you Strange things my imagination might do Take a breath, reflect on
"Who's it on, who's it on, who's it on?? "Who's it on, who's it on, who's it on?? "Who's it on, who's it on, who's it on?? "Who's it on, who's it on
the corner quick as fuck slipped in the puddle and you fell I stepped over your shoulders then I rough rocked your bells the Zima's on the rims are
