Get Off The Corner Lyrics - Lights Out - Lil Wayne

The block is hot, the cops is swarmin a neighborhood heavy 

While niggas off in the neighborhood sellin, with penitentiary chances 

The dope roped up in the cup of their pants 

Fiends flock like? come get this candy 

I got heroin in bundles, them Highland O's 

Plus a cooked slab, chopped up, dimes is swoll 

If I spot the laws comin, hey its time to roll 

Candy Carter got a line of parole, Outta control 

The first fell a Tuesday this month oh sweet thang 

Plus it's a sweet day, me next score for three days 

One time they say what you mean, I gets the green 

Break up the block like Maurice Green, ya feel me? 

In my predicament I'm guilty until proven innocent 

Hustle ridiculous, I'm tryin to get this dope continuos 

Ball til I fall, one thing, I ain't tryin to fall 

Want everybody numb like ambasol 

But he heard 

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(Chorus 1) 

Uh oh 

There go them fuckin po-po's 

And if you know like I know 

You better get off the corner 

I'm a young dog, wild and ecstatic, violent when passin 

hem gangstas doin time in a parishment, role models 

And keep ya cup, we drink whole bottles, and cuss at niggas 

Like fuck that nigga, I let my pump subtract niggas 

You beef with me I guarantee your mams be missin 

With a note behind demandin three chickens or she gets it 

Do not twist because lil man is trippin 

They could have ya body in three different places 

Ain't nothin gravy, but save it 

Cause I'm a ride and hit the nigga street 

Weezy go to war like Sadaam and Clinton disagree 

While I'm shitty from the weed 

Like were them bustas be 

I promise ya never fuckin sleep, I clear the set 

Come outside late at night to your surprise I'm here with Tecks 

Two shots knock off the niggas necks, it's so realistic 

So I hope ya get it, or else them shots poke ya fetti 

Be on the block until them souljas hit it 

That's when he heard... 

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(Chorus 2) 

Blocka 

Me come to tear your block up 

If you don't want no problems 

You better get off the corner 

All right, I cook it, cut it, ship and move it 

I make a livin in this crooked public distributin 

Just take a peek around, the hood is floodin, shit is boomin 

The hottest D in town lookin for me hit me Tuesday, like after six 

See I crack the bricks right down to Z's 

Got pounds of trees, my blocks blazin qp's to ki's 

Gangin in the cheese, them bricks is comin 

No droughts I don't sit on nothin 

I don't believe I'm frontin 

If I give you a dime, I leave with somethin 

The big dog, Nigga I got the city under siege 

And the law don't bother me, I give the pigs a couple of G's 

Shit, I hustle strong to push this work through the streets 

I'm tryin to deal with every nigga, and sell the birds up cheap 

I'm greedy, if there's any money bein made from drugs I need it 

Twenty bricks two weeks completed, you can't beat it 

Whatever you want, holla at me when you need to get it 

Does anybody else, I'll pay em a visit 

That's when ya heard... 

(Chorus 3) 

Come here peeps 

I'm hearin that you run these streets 

You don't want beef 

Then get off the corner 

(Chorus 1, 2, 3, 3 repeat 2x) 

Uh oh, you better get off the corner, skirt 

Blocka, you better get off the corner 

Come here, you better get off the corner 

Get off the corner, Get off the corner 

What, uh oh, get off the corner 

What, uh oh, you better off the corner 

What, uh oh, you better off the corner 

What, uh oh, you better off the corner 

Like dat, Get off the corner