AlterEgo

Yea
Lets get to the money
G-Unit done had enough of that bullshit, nigga
Right? Its a 2G thing boy
Uh

My corner cold, my corner cold
My corner cold, *click click*
I'll make it warmer
My corner cold, my corner cold
My corner cold, the cold corner

Icy as a fuck, you neva think I made it back from hell
Everybody sellin' out; Me? I'm comin' back to sell
This is for the jail cell, international and L
Gutta and my nigga ace, I'm stuntin' in these niggas face
Gucci bubble take they takes me by the double (???)
Trouble seems to follow me, no time to sleep thru the struggle
Humble down, 'fore I make you
Come around and I'ma chase you
Take you outta here, Impala stare
Rounds to the ankle
I should thank you, you haters brought me right outta my coma
Flashbacks of Barcelona now I'm 7 year older
Purple tree aroma, got my smokin' weed diploma
And the microphone my bitch, in the booth...I beat up on her
On my block, the teenagers is comin' out the house tucked
Shorty only turnin' 8 and know to keep his mouth shut
I hit him off wit' somethin' help him cop his favorite kicks
Niggas brought me up the same way, it prolly made me rich...bitch

My corner cold, my corner cold
My corner cold, *click click*
I'll make it warmer
My corner cold, my corner cold
My corner cold, the cold corner

Call me whatchu want hater, you mad you can't call me
I'm pushin' 400, you on the corner wit ya 40
40 acres and the vapors when you rakin' up the paper
In my candy-coated scraper, system wakin' up Jamaica
Take a portion of my formula, I'll still be toppin' all of ya
Ring-rockin' warrior, lure ya into a line
Take a L on the street, before you win with the rhyme
Boy ya life is bullshit cuz thats all you did wit ya time
I'm born to win wit the grind, my catalog would pack a crowd
Wrist full of lights, chain swingin' like Packie out
20 Thou pocket stack, tryna see where it's poppin' at
Prepared cuz I'm popular, paid...and they aint' stoppin' that
My energy'll knock em back, I'm Blanka wit the shock
Tonka wit the truck, Timbaland stompin' wit the whop
Knockin' up the block, rubberband poppin' when I shop
How can I be topped? Niggas name-droppin' to the cops, stop

My corner cold, my corner cold
My corner cold, *click click*
I'll make it warmer
My corner cold, my corner cold
My corner cold, the cold corner

skunkie

one of the best tracks on the entire tape....

Purple tree aroma, got my smokin' weed diploma
And the microphone my bitch, in the booth...I beat up on her
On my block, the teenagers is comin' out the house tucked
Shorty only turnin' 8 and know to keep his mouth shut

Call me whatchu want hater, you mad you can't call me
I'm pushin' 400, you on the corner wit ya 40
40 acres and the vapors when you rakin' up the paper
In my candy-coated scraper, system wakin' up Jamaica

its a wrap... good lookin on all the lyrics ! keep it up player

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