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Lord Jamar lyrics : "The Corner The Streets"

"In the street, on the, on the, corner, in the street"
"In the street, on the corner"


They got crack they got guns "on there corner"
I seen ^!$$%z die young "in the street"
They got, females for sale "on the corner"

Mad ^!$$%z in jail for running wild "in the street"

Yo, I attended UCLA, now how that grab you?

The University of the Corner of Lincoln Avenue
Where no sleep is lost when they think of stabbing you
Leave you in the playground laying face down

And I'm not Deandre, this is not HBO
This is real life, and it's real trife
Sometimes it's too much to fathom

Coroner come through they just bag 'em and tag 'em
Just the other I was copping weed "on the corner"
Man, I seen a ^!$$% get shot, he was laying out "in the street"

The blood started to leak from his head
He was dead, I was just standing feet away
You never know if today's gon' be the day

That you get killed, blood get spilt
All over the pavement, cause


Yo, she used to be a dime piece, back in '82
She was the %#@!, then she got strung out on the %#@!
Now her beauties drained from the cocaine

Her once delicate speech is now profane
Reminents of her formal self, catch a trick's eye
She suck anonymous dick and then gets high

She on the block to the whee hours
And I wouldn't $#&@ with it even if she took three showers
With eight AIDS tests, she's a straight mess

She look older than she is, cause she stay stressed
The whole hood know her, we anbuvilent
Her mixed up girl, we lost at innocence

What's really sad is that she's not the only one
Her life is bad, but she's not the only one
There's plenty more, the streets got plenty !@^%s

Pimp prophet bank corners on twenty four

Now a new born baby from the hospital

Headed to the hood to face them obstacles
Of the gangstas, killings, fiends and drug dealings
Those who get caught, get pinched and start squealing

The have nots, stuck in the hood, that stays hot
Like crabs in the barrel try'nna make it to the top
With petty $$# beef, gat handles with the glock

Where innocent kids wind up getting shot
Where murder is a trend, selling drugs is a hobby
And moms and grandmoms scared to walk through the lobby

Where young men, don't get a chance to be men
Lie, step or shot down, all they talking was sin
Where young girls walk around the hood with no clothes

Thinking it's aight from watching them videos
This %#@! is by design, program your mind
With a savage way of thinking, leaving you dumb, deaf & blind

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