Three 6 Mafia - Corner Man Lyrics

Lyrics Corner Man - Three 6 Mafia



Dig this, right?
A nigga caught a few bullshit charges
When he was young, right?
So now these motherfuckin? folks
Don? t wanna give me a job, ya hear?
But dig this, now these motherfuckin? police
Wanna find me a new place to stay
? Cause I′m on the corner, posted, sellin? yay
But they gon' have to deal with it
? Cause I gotta motherfuckin? live with it, ya hear?
I′ma work this trap and give a damn about these hoes
? Cause I'm damned if I do, I'm damned if I don′t
If you give me a yard I′ma give a eight of blow
? Cause I'm damned if I do, I′m damned if I don't
Call me the corner man, corner, corner man
Find me on the corner, man, on the corner, man
Call me the corner man, corner, corner man
Find me on the corner, man, on the corner, man
I′m a Memphis, Tennessee, first 48'er
Give a damn ′bout these hoes give a damn 'bout these haters
If ye ain't talkin? money you can see a nigga later
You can catch me in the South, on my bank, fuckin? papered up
Bitch, I sell white but I still do white
But at the end of the night I still give my price
And I get my money like a bee get honey
I got my profit even though some of it I done it
? Cause a nigga can′t work no 9 to 5
I got charges but I gotta stay alive
And that′s on e'rythang, you know a nigga gotta eat, mayne
And I′ma do it even if it's due to cocaine
I′ma work this trap and give a damn about these hoes
? Cause I'm damned if I do, I′m damned if I don't
If you give me a yard I'ma give a eight of blow
? Cause I′m damned if I do, I′m damned if I don't
Call me the corner man, corner, corner man
Find me on the corner, man, on the corner, man
Call me the corner man, corner, corner man
Find me on the corner, man, on the corner, man
(I′ma tell you some shit right here, real shit nigga)
It's a lot of fake-ass niggaz that be scared to bust
They hear them choppers then they back on up and shut the fuck
They say they shippin? ki′s, a hundred percent of that is cut
They say they in the game but niggaz takin? it up the butt
So quit lyin? and kick it, thinkin? you impressin? us
I bet you workin? with the feds and the blue crush
He smell the powder pack, then he wanna get loud and cuss
Nigga, sit yo' snitchin? ass down ′fore you gettin? it up
Real niggaz on the corner, they don't have to talk
? Cause they walk the walk, while yo' bitch-ass gettin? caught
I watched the first 48 on TV, Memphis raw
They informed the police, cryin? and shit, mayne fuck don? t work
I′ma work this trap and give a damn about these hoes
? Cause I′m damned if I do, I'm damned if I don′t
If you give me a yard I'ma give a eight of blow
? Cause I′m damned if I do, I'm damned if I don′t
Call me the corner man, corner, corner man
Find me on the corner, man, on the corner, man
Call me the corner man, corner, corner man
Find me on the corner, man, on the corner, man



Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Paul D. Beauregard, Paul Duane Beauregard


Three 6 Mafia - Last 2 Walk
Album Last 2 Walk
date of release
24-06-2008




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