The Corner

[Intro: Ab Liva]

There's nothing like the dealer's feeling

There's nothing like the dealer's feeling

Uh uh uh, uh uh uh

There's nothing like the dealer's feeling

There's nothing like the dealer's feeling

Uh uh uh, uh uh uh

[Verse 1: Ab-Liva]

Up on the corner selling hard like mortar

Would loiter selling that poison, dope fiends, exploit 'em

Abandoned cars, the shell hiding dope, cops avoid em

Annoy em, reppin my hood, my skin I embroidered

We cop toys to circle the block, we convoy 'em

The blaze simply amazing, the young cats enjoy 'em

You find a spot, peripheral watch, if they deploy 'em

You got the drop and no sign of that rock, that shit destroy 'em

The young thinkers, I employ 'em, see we're cut from the same cloth

I'm Hyman Roth, I pinpoint 'em

The dope phrases, I coin 'em, I'm Donald Goines

Reincarnated from James East's loines, wasn't spoiled

With that white, I could toil, I would boil, seen some

Put that flame under the foil,  and merge as one

With they skin, they felt loyal, they coiled on the floor

'Cause on my corner, the ghetto red-hot until it broils

[Verse 2: Pusha-T]

You should see that motherfucking water boiling on the stove

And those white things floating like it's alka-seltzer cold

They say drugs is a beating so go ahead belt your nose

Or drop it in the pipe and watch it melt into the hole

Crack house like 4am casino, somewhere way out in vegas

All money make you a player

Rolling your life away, smoking your life away

Or go hypodermic, nigga, dope it with the white and beige

Speedballing ain't good, recalling

I put Jojo Dancer in them flames, well he bought it

So many nights mama went to bed nauseous

Not that I was involved but her oldest son had fallen

Victim to the pipe dream, I'm lord to the bright lane

The xenon light things, the chain is like lightning

V told me put my first quarter in the ceiling

He meant a quarter million, you niggas thinking like children

[Hook: Ab Liva]

There's nothing like the dealer's feeling

There's nothing like the dealer's feeling

Uh uh uh, uh uh uh

Hiding dope in the ceiling, killing

Willing, trying to make a million

Uh uh, uh uh uh

[Verse 3: Malice]

I'm as dapper as a five on the black hand side

Not even a major label could dampen my stride

Never sacrifice the pride, CEO was Jive talking

I revert to the block from whence all this derived

Heavy with the metal black dual action slide

A few O's shy, you think? Dude let him slide

I'm Emeril with the pot, staring in the pot

Then add that fire to it, BAM! kick it up a notch

I'm handy with koch, I don't deal with the suits

The hen lays golden eggs, who could be so aloof?

Run check the numbers, that's proof enough for me

I am Malcolm with the flow, by any means I'mma eat

First time out the gate nigga's a grammy nominee

But whether rapping or crack, momma's still proud of me

Using her good dishes, leaving them powdery

And that blow in your nose got you sniffing like allergy

[Verse 4: Sandman]

The corner was something my momma kept me banned from

Saying no doubt them dollars would hold me ransom

Only releasing me to frequently be in the

Middle with the melee, chasing the fast pay day

Come here, Day-day, I ain't going no where

Just up the corner with Brian, I'm lying

Only twelve trying to inhale the smell they was firing

Hearing them say "pass that"

Watching my uncle hidethem yellow cat packs

Rocking them ???

Sweatsuits, its like the corner like swept through

My body and soul and hit me like wool

Officer slow, I'm sixteen and out of control

Momma was right, truly I had to do me

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Me cheech, gutting Ds, always outside

The corner was live, before [???] died

I couldn't trust it no more, shit was different

Damn, I grew up with them boys, nigga snitchin

So I switched it, mhm, hop on 9 pound

With my quad pound, with that said

It's that bread I must obtain

I yeah I know I stay high, and I'm on my game

And daddy got drive like he bleed octane, he not sane

If I don't see my change, y'all gonna bleed my pain

Corner mentality, can't get it out of me

Gotta be mint, I am convinced, concrete cement

Go to beam it, you blessed, you test, you die

On the corner you grew up you lie, and meanwhile

[Hook]

There's nothing like the dealer's feeling

There's nothing like the dealer's feeling

Uh uh uh, uh uh uh

Hiding dope in the ceiling, killing

Willing, trying to make a million

Uh uh, uh uh uh

There's nothing like the dealer's feeling

There's nothing like the dealer's feeling

Uh uh uh, uh uh uh

Hiding dope in the ceiling, killing

Willing, trying to make a million