Vinnie Paz (verse 1)
Yeah 1, 2
Yeah Pack Pistol Pazzy Saifullah
Yo Rasheed what up papa (peace peace)
Kenny Dope
ILL BILL what up papa
Look it's Pack Pistol Pazzy look

I ain't got the time to be fucking round with small fries
Body bag dump truck after money hogtied
I came back to the Deen and I'm a let Allah guide
Kimber SIS custom made .45
I'm a let these shots fly go to the brain
And you dummies gonna crash you ain't knowing your lane
And I slapped a lot of rappers without knowing they name
And the Muharram fast for emotional gain
Look I really ain't tryin' to get personal with 'em
Y'all are baby food, daycare, nursery rhythm
And if the money dry up I'll just pull another vic
E'body hit the deck when the bullets hit the whip
My poppa let me know that being broke is a bitch
And ignoring something stupid if you know it exist
The plug stay quiet and he come from out the country
This motherfucker always act nervous and he jumpy

O.C. (Chorus)
That street corner shit, 4 in the morning shit
Loaded llamas roll the scama keep the drama lit
You know the hustle for this money nigga I'm a get
And keep it live, on my street corner shit

ILL BILL (verse 2)
White Castle and a liquor store for all of you assholes
Up the block, dope in a bundle and crack in a capsule
Same block the pigs smoked a unarmed man
March to city hall and back, next day it was back to pumping crack
Bodega be taking food stamps for scratch off tickets
Or cash in the back for a uzi with scratched off digits
Tony's Pizzeria party slice, lived the life that made Canarsie trife
The scars on my face is like army stripes
Street corner warlords creep up on you with sawed-offs
Never liked you but now I hate you for bleeding on my KAWS 4s
Treachery's a virtue destiny will hurt you
Ecstasy will flirt with you my angels of death will merc you
Each of them, a set of wings and a head that's hollow
Similar to people I know always begging to borrow
But the sun still shine beyond the ending of sorrow
Hoping that my street corner see a better tomorrow, listen

O.C. (Chorus)
That street corner shit, 4 in the morning shit
Loaded llamas roll the scama keep the drama lit
You know the hustle for this money nigga I'm a get
And all the killers and the thieves we surrounded with
That street corner shit, 4 in the morning shit
Loaded llamas roll the scama keep the drama lit
You know the hustle nigga all this money I'm a get
And keep it live, on my street corner shit

Rasheed Chappell (verse 3)
Di-di di-da, di di-di, dida di-day, bo
Fucking with these corners niggas don’t know how to play, so
Tell them again me come to tell them again, Ayyy
Tell them again me come to tell dem
You ain’t built for the regiment the pushing and the peddling
Pyrex and the measurers scammers and embezzlers
Rugers and the hecklers shots dem on the regular
Popped right on your cellular pop leave you a vegetable
Pots we left with residue pops left when the rent was due
Hot like when the kettle blew watch for them boys in blue
Rocks we hand to hand a few blocks we like a cannibal
Tops we left like Hannibal guap we turn to animals
Bodega store obituary lit candle you
And on the gram niggas do it for the camera too
And for a gram a fiend a do you on the camera too
Street corner shit this is just a manual

O.C. (Chorus)
That street corner shit, 4 in the morning shit
Loaded llamas roll the scama keep the drama lit
You know the hustle for this money nigga I'm a get
And keep it live, on my street corner shit