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 it's 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 popo'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


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 x2

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