Corner Bodega (Coke Spot) 50 Cent
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[Produced by L.E.S.]
[Intro]
Aight, check this shit out
Y'all niggas gon' stay in the car, I'ma go and handle this shit
(Aight, aight)
Gimme ten minutes, If I don't come out, y'all come in
The money stays in the car 'til I say so...
(No doubt)
Ayo, what up, what up
(Ayo, what up, what up, man)
Well, this is what y'all niggas is workin' wit' for 22 cents a gram?
(Yeah, man, what you want for that thing?)
[Verse]
Man, when I come up in here, treat me like I'm fam
I can go Uptown and get this shit 16 cents a gram
Bottom line is, man, I gotta cop and go
Got a spot and I can't afford to stop the flow
Papi, what the fuck is the matter wit' ya man?
Standin' against the wall with a gun in his hand
I ain't on no funny shit, I'm on some "get this money" shit
Every four days in PA, I move another brick
According to the DEA, I sold dope in VA
My coupe stay in Queens, but the plates read VA
I'll show you where I rest at, it ain't hard to find me
Let me buy a brick and get the other off consignme
(Hey, times is hard, mayne) I know, don't remind me
If I catch another case, I'ma kill Giuliani
It ain't even safe to sell a pack at night
Got task ridin 'round the projects on Mountain Bikes
[Intro]
Aight, check this shit out
Y'all niggas gon' stay in the car, I'ma go and handle this shit
(Aight, aight)
Gimme ten minutes, If I don't come out, y'all come in
The money stays in the car 'til I say so...
(No doubt)
Ayo, what up, what up
(Ayo, what up, what up, man)
Well, this is what y'all niggas is workin' wit' for 22 cents a gram?
(Yeah, man, what you want for that thing?)
[Verse]
Man, when I come up in here, treat me like I'm fam
I can go Uptown and get this shit 16 cents a gram
Bottom line is, man, I gotta cop and go
Got a spot and I can't afford to stop the flow
Papi, what the fuck is the matter wit' ya man?
Standin' against the wall with a gun in his hand
I ain't on no funny shit, I'm on some "get this money" shit
Every four days in PA, I move another brick
According to the DEA, I sold dope in VA
My coupe stay in Queens, but the plates read VA
I'll show you where I rest at, it ain't hard to find me
Let me buy a brick and get the other off consignme
(Hey, times is hard, mayne) I know, don't remind me
If I catch another case, I'ma kill Giuliani
It ain't even safe to sell a pack at night
Got task ridin 'round the projects on Mountain Bikes
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