Ygtut – Corner Stories 2 Lyrics

[Hook]
You gotta take your time young blood
Don’t get too ahead of yourself man
You gotta slow it down young blood
I got this liquor in me, i’ma wreck some shit
No way, just put your guns down
Tell me who you praying on
Time is of the essence, who you waiting on?
You ain’t got it, go and get it, go and get it
‘Til you got what you want

[Verse 1]
Get what you deserve, spoken word is smokin’ herb
I don’t want sell dope no more, left two kilos at the church
Now, we back to selling birds, oh, I was getting gassed
As if I was doing good, then sold me a fifty bag
He done spent his whole life for the up, for the commas
No more Louie colors with the motherf**king debt
Just a two-toned Impala
You can’t sell bricks no more cause the Fed’s is on his ass
So I ask, nigga, ain’t you tired of the struggle?
It’s like saying you tired of the hustle
When the 9 to 5 don’t love you
They gon’ throw your ass out with the trash
And them bills gon’ keep coming
Might as well find you some dope in the stash
I’m looking for peace of the mind
I need me a peace of the pie
I need me a cut of the dough
We could be out cutting the dope
But y’all niggas don’t hear me
Take what you want, my nigga, we been in here
About to eat, let me take out my silverware
You ain’t eating, get out of that Frigidaire
Heart so caught up it feel like it’s a prison there
For these strugglers, I’ll become a millionaire
Tell my Uncle, I got him a Benz in here, yeah

[Hook]
You gotta take your time young blood
Don’t get too ahead of yourself man
You gotta slow it down young blood
I got this liquor in me, i’ma wreck some shit
No way, just put your guns down
Tell me who you praying on
Time is of the essence, who you waiting on?
You ain’t got it, go and get it, go and get it
‘Til you got what you want

[Verse 2]
I had a mind of my own since I was old enough
See, $pottie left the gate open and now, we’re blowing up
I get this dough, feed the fam, and put my niggas on
I must look comfy as hell, these hoes keep sleeping on
I thought myself how to work a scale just to sell a zip
I let her skate at the crib, I’m about to make a trip
Another tale from the corners of where I’m coming from
If I,I bought you a gram, I just might show you love
Yeah, coaching niggas to success like Dennis Kimbro
In the limo, making bitches break they back like a limbo
No way shit go coincidental, best start taking advantage
I’m a man of my talents, you Marcus Garvey
Tell these niggas “sorry”
They should’ve listened, should’ve paid some attention
You all focused on image but broke ass for ratchet bitches
I take a piss in my pictures to lead these bitch niggas shittin’
Save some dope for my children and after that, we just chillin’
Man, this shit be so vintage like the white and orange Pippens
High top and the sole, had the pump in them bitches
Riding round’ with scape money with the pump in the Chrysler
Corner stories part two, can’t get these bitches some fire

[Hook]
You gotta take your time young blood
Don’t get too ahead of yourself man
You gotta slow it down young blood
I got this liquor in me, i’ma wreck some shit
No way, just put your guns down
Tell me who you praying on
Time is of the essence, who you waiting on?
You ain’t got it, go and get it, go and get it
‘Til you got what you want

ASAP Ferg – Family

[Intro]
Yeah
Uh
Yeah, uh
Uh

[Verse 1]
I said, "My mama"
My mama always taught me
In and out with a shawty, she beat me for actin’ naughty
And my daddy, my daddy, he a savage
Fuckin’ bitches, the baddest and buyin’ whips to crash
And my uncles, my uncle, one name is Pschyo
T-Nice cooked the white slow, thank God he ain’t do life though
And my grandmas, my grandma, one hit the hammer
One dressed like Hammer and was an African dancer

[Chorus]
Family tree
Yeah, family tree
Bring it back
Yeah, family

[Verse 2]
I hate it when my mama curse me out in the public
My daddy had the silver mink matchin’ the Benz
T-Nice introduced me to some killers for friends
And Pschyo was a Pschyo with a deuce in his Timbs
My grandma had the arthritis, holdin’ the hammer (Yeah)
She kept it in the mattress, kept my unc’ out the slammer
The other had a caesar with some pants like Hammer
She kick her legs up, she a African dancer

[Chorus]
Family tree
Yeah, family tree
Yeah, family

[Verse 3]
Life’s a tightrope, the fam give me balance
With me as I climb the mountains are the rich and the famous
Grandma, holy moly, she dancin’, I see Marcus Garvey on the wall and say "damn it
Who you starin’ at?" My grandma say, "Lord of the planet"
You can tell she is a fan of the Black Panthers
T-Nice ran with a posse, only do damage (Right)
That’s what I’m sayin’, drug game like a cancer
He was wearin’ pandas, minks coats, now he in the slammer (Yeah)
And I can’t stand her like "Dirty Diana" (Right)
Life’s a bitch, you’s my grandma, grandma
My fathers cross cost an arm and a hammer (Right)
People think they broad is all from Atlanta (Yeah)
Was never home and showed up to be Santa (Ah)
I used to hang out with gang bangers like Santana that wear bandanas
And red clothes with pit bulls, the red nose
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Keep the "Smith &" if you slippin’, you got rich, just let me get it

[Outro]
Family
Oh, my family
Yeah, uh
Oh, my family
Yeah
Oh, my family
I do it
Oh, my family
Do it
Oh, my family
I do it
Do it
Do it

Mistah F.A.B. – Dear Mr. President

[Chorus]
Dear President, on behalf of the poor
I am writin’ you a letter, hope it hits your front door
If you do happen to read it, I just hope you don’t ignore
You still got money for war but can’t feed the poor
Mr. President, if you open, can you come and sit with us?
At least try to explain why the police keep killin’ us
Or they locked us up in jail and throw the key away
On behalf of the ghetto, see if we okay

[Verse 1]
Dear Mr. President, I hope this missile finds you free
My intention’s not to criticize but be the sight for blind to see
Penitentiaries built up, schools steady tore down
Take the riches from the rich man, envision life poor now
Communities is filled with drugs, corners covered by the thugs
Homeless men live in the streets, no blankets, covers or rugs
Sister’s smokin’ on some dope, aggravated, bein’ broke
To ease the pain, needle came, now they shootin’ just to cope
God hear me if you can, hopefully I can reach this man
Take a couple seconds to read my letter to the President
Mr. President, I don’t wanna cause no trouble
But then again the ghetto is the reason why we hustle
Tell us now, be for real, what’s your beef with Mexico?
You think buildin’ up a wall really send a message though?
Drug prices finna soar, streets gon’ get so messy, bro
Murder rate gon’ rise like gas at Texaco

[Chorus]
Dear President, on behalf of the poor
I am writin’ you a letter, hope it hits your front door
If you do happen to read it, I just hope you don’t ignore
You still got money for war but can’t feed the poor
Mr. President, if you open, can you come and sit with us?
At least try to explain why the police keep killin’ us
Or they locked us up in jail and throw the key away
On behalf of the ghetto, see if we okay

[Verse 2]
Obama gave us hope, he became Martin’s dream
Malcolm gave us strength ’cause we fight by any means
Huey gave us heart, take no shit from all them pigs
Marcus Garvey gave us smarts, to return to where we live
Harriet freed slaves, could freed many more
But they knew not they was slaves, as we know not we are poor
Julie Lynch rolled some paper, gave the masters master plans
Former kings of the motherland, became master’s man
All I’m sayin’, Mr. President, understand we have a reason
Do not trust no more Americans in this country full of treason
Espionage and betrayal, triumph but we fail
Democratic or republican, still donkeys with no tail
Pen us up in jail
Espionage and betrayal, triumph but we fail
Democratic or republican, donkeys with no tail

[Chorus]
Dear President, on behalf of the poor
I am writin’ you a letter, hope it hits your front door
If you do happen to read it, I just hope you don’t ignore
You still got money for war but can’t feed the poor
Mr. President, if you open, can you come and sit with us?
At least try to explain why the police keep killin’ us
Or they locked us up in jail and throw the key away
On behalf of the ghetto, see if we okay

Swet Shop Boys – Zayn Malik

[Verse 1: Riz MC]
Shoutout to ma Ambala fam, ma diabetes fam, yeah
Oy, even hipsters ain’t safe
You gotta be careful what part of your face’s shaved
They say why is Rizy chattin’ about race
Why he breathin’ bout air just like Hari K. say
My flow like a pony tail, so when I spit on a skinhead he becomes a Hare Krishna
Keep up with your feet or get them blisters
Like you’re on the Tawaf by the Kaaba, that’s the mission
Yo, call the feds, call the papers, my youth’s gone missing
He’s gone Iraq, he gone to Syria, he didn’t listen
You got your mom in tears in Sajda Quran kissing
The politicians at the mic all bayaan giving
I pray for my nephew, I pray you’re not antagonized by all the hating and news and the shit they sanitize
Look Zayn Malik’s got more than eighty virgins on him
There’s more than one direction to get to paradise
I’m in the galaxy far away
Rizy take his hand, usually write just one bar a day
Fresh back on the boat, I’m like the brown Marcus Garvey
Chat to Persian girls like "Ba man ghaveh mikhori?"
I’m like hickory dickory, got them gyals on my brown stick like it’s licorice

[Verse 2: Heems]
Yo, yo, yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, hello, hello, hello, hello, no, no, no, no
Yo, I’m bumpin’ Andre: hey ya, hey ya
Now I’m bumpin’ chal chaaya chaaya they thuga thuga thuga thaaya thaaya
Now I’m bumpin’ Hema: now playa playa
I am a beautiful hawk, I have big wings
I want a big house, I want big rings
I am an idiot, I want big things
Akbar, Jahangir, I like big kings
I do my thing, they want to make me a prisoner
You out of place like a brown Hare Krishna
Shouts out my sister, I miss her
Shouts out your sister, I kiss her
I am a radiator, I am a toaster, I am a college dorm room poster
I am a cool guy, I’m good at rapping, get on the beat, murk it and then ask what happened

[Aziz Mian "Meh Sharabi"]