Song Lyrics

Hello, hello
Yeah. yo, where you at?
Yo, I'm at the airport I just got back from Paris
Had this girl dancing for me and shit
Oh word? Yeah. Where niggas at?
Oh, we all up in the studio
Oh it. Won't you drop this joint?
Yo I can't yo I might not be able to make it there
For real? Yo, I got a idea
Put the put the joint up to the phone
And I'm goin' I'm goin' just I'm just goin' rock to it, just over the phone
Ayo, yo put that joint on the big speakers
Yo, see get me some water yo
Turn it up real loud
I'm just goin' rock this joint yo go head, go head
Here it go. Press record
All eyes over here we about to show ya you know
Homies that's not here

Ayo my mental is keep the rock cut keep the glock up
Keep the rock pucks in the basement with the lock shut
Used to sliding under street lights with the peace pipe
Keep the heat tight by my side so I can eat right
All I knew is hit the block and how to crack deals
Make it hot with this rap shit and stack bills
All I'm used to is struggling juggling bugging
With thoughts in my head knowing crack kills
Out for papes gotta let the desert eagle blow
I get cake, this rap shit is legal though
Check the resume, slit that spit that
I put my name in the game Mr. Book
I'ma shine till a nigga can't shine no more
I'ma smoke so much weed I can't find no more
I'ma keep my chest bluish
Keep hitting 'em hard like Ray Lewis
Till they can't feel they spine no more

[Chorus:]
Oh, slow it down walk away and then you swear you heard this shit before
Niggas say they from the ghetto legend has that they from Baltimore
Get the niggas off the corners now and we goin' hold it down
Associated now we made it what can stop us now

Ayo we bash in brains
Then hit a nigga pockets for the last of his change
Then put a slash through his veins
Bullies of the block we harass in the game
With a sound that so hot it turn gas into flames
Keep jumping around like my raps entertain
F*ck around get beat down with some bats and some chains
When y'all was on them lots dropping cash on the range
I was tongue kissing blocks stashing them things
And now my nigga on only half of the chains
See the corners in the past but my ass is still deranged
I rumble in your ear like that flash when it rains
When I hits ya get the picture
Knock the glass out the frame
Rap for the name dope crack and cocaine
And I'ma drill it in your ear so you can lapse from the pain
And after the fame I'm going back to the wane
But for now nigga, feel the wrath from my game

[Chorus:]

The whole swell hold it down for my hometown
Show the world how we live how we feel we get down
That's my mission show up in my diction
Rep Baltimore every show till there's tension
Hate the fact that we iron we just go hard
High confidence got us feeling that we should bogard
Take over like bush did the poll sheets
A lot of rappers falling off 'cause the flow weak
That's what we here for to bring competition
Battle anybody we them four lynchmen
A yo I bet we won't lose what track you want to use
Let's do it acappella freestyle for your shoes
Nigga make it hot don't get it twisted
Dumb gifted. Baltimore once again if you missed it
Can't miss the butch make it hot Cooley High
Associates coming and we knocking niggas out

[Chorus:]

Richard Shelton, Marquis Collins, Kevin Veney, Loren Hill, Mark Sisqo Andrews, James Travis, Clifton Beaufort, Dwayne Jones

The duration of Off the Corner is 5:41 minutes and seconds.