Clipse - The Corner lyrics

[Intro: Ab Liva] There's nothing like the dealer's feeling There's nothing like the dealer's feeling Uh uh uh, uh uh uh There's nothing like the dealer's feeling There's nothing like the dealer's feeling Uh uh uh, uh uh uh [Verse 1: Ab-Liva] Up on the corner selling hard like mortar With loiter Selling that poison Dope fiend exploiter My rented cars The shell hiding dope Cops avoid em Annoy em Reppin my hood My skin I embroidered We cop toys to circle the block We convoy 'em to blaze Simply amazing The young cats enjoy 'em ??? your watch If they deploy 'em You got the drop and no sign of that rock That sh** destroy 'em The young thinkers I employ 'em See we're cut from the same cloth [Verse 2: Pusha-T] You should see that motherf**ing water boiling on the stove And those white things floating like it's alka-seltzer cold They say d** is a beating so go ahead belt your nose Or drop it in the pipe and watch it melt into the hole Crack house like 4am casino, somewhere way out in vegas All money make you a player Rolling your life away, smoking your life away Or go hypodermic n***a, dope it with the white and beige Speedballing ain't good, recalling I put Jojo Dancer in them flames, well he bought it So many nights mama went to bed nauseous Not that I was involved but her oldest son had fallen Victim to the pipe dream, I'm lord to the bright lane The xenon light things, the chain is like lightning V told me put my first quarter in the ceiling He meant a quarter million You n***as thinking like children Hook: There's nothing like the dealer's feeling There's nothing like the dealer's feeling Uh uh uh, uh uh uh Hiding dope in the ceiling, k**ing Willing, trying to make a million Uh uh, uh uh uh [Verse 3: Malice] I'm as dapper as a five on the black hand side Not even a major label could dampen my stride Never sacrifice the pride, CEO was Jive talking I revert to the block from whence all this derived Heavy with the metal black dual action slide A few O's shy, you think? Dude let him slide I'm Emeril with the pot, staring in the pot Then add that fire to it, BAM! kick it up a notch I'm handy with koch, I don't deal with the suits The hen lays golden eggs, who could be so aloof? Run check the numbers, that's proof enough for me I am Malcolm with the flow, by any means I'mma eat First time out the gate n***a's a grammy nominee But whether rapping or crack, momma's still proud of me Using her good dishes, leaving them powdery And that blow in your nose got you sniffing like allergy [Verse 4: Sandman] The corner was something my momma kept me banned from Saying no doubt them dollars would hold me ransom Only releasing me to frequently be in the Maybe with the melee, chasing the fast pay day Come here day-daddy, I ain't going no where Just up the corner with Brian I'm lying, only twelve Trying to inhale the smell they was firing Hearing them say "pa** that" Watching my uncle, how them yellow cat packs Rocking them ??? Sweatsuits, its like the corner like swept through My body and soul and hit me like wool Officer slow, I'm sixteen and out of control Momma was right, truly I had to do me ??? Me cheech, gutting Ds, always outside The corner was live, before ??? I couldn't trust it no more, sh** was different Damn, I grew up with them boys, n***a snitchin So I switched it, mhm, hop on 9 pound With my quad pound With that said, its that bread I must obtain I yeah I know I stay high, and I'm on my game And daddy got drive like he bleed octane He not sane, if I don't see my change Y'all gonna bleed my pain Corner mentality, can't get it out of me Gotta be mint, I am convinced, concrete cement Go to beam it, you blessed, you test, you die On the corner you grew up you lie And meanwhile [Hook x2]