Trae

Trae - Coming Around The Corner

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(feat. Jim Jones)

[Hook:]

When I'm coming, round that corner

All you haters, better get up out of my range

Run up on me, if you wanna

I ain't gon play no games, at all when I'm taking my aim

Cause you gonna be, a goner

You thinking of taking mine, late night when the 84's swang

I know you niggz in the game, gotta feel the same

Make a jacker feel the pain, and he can charge it to the game

[Jim Jones:]

I'm doing a buck on the loop, in the Porsche clean

I'm trying to cut in the coupe, with this tall thing

But fuck a bitch, trying to get a buck all means

I'm on my shit, get a whiff of New York scene

If I meet the right mexican, get it for fourteen

And he got them bricks, I could get it across clean

And for the city, and fix 'em like morphine

Cop 'em when we rock the dice, and we get it like broad steam

They know, I'm willing to risk it

On trial for possessions, still concealing the biscuit

Shouts to Trae, and my Dub's Southwest

And my far Eastside, and all my Blood's out West

But my shorties down South, ain't got forty for a house

But they ride old schools, and put forty in they mouth

Mix Sprite with a deuce, sip the all from the cup

All night we gon cruise, with big toys in the trucks

And we got our music Screwed, like we crawling in a truck

Strip clubs make it rain, thunderstorm over bucks

[talking:]

You know, it's your boy Jones

For my nigga Trae, (Capo)

[Hook]

[Trae:]

I stay strapped with the automatic, living the best of my situation

I come around the corner busting, and empty the clip with no hesitation

The shit that I be on, is what us niggaz be living

Ain't nobody finna take up off mine, I give a fuck what these haters feeling

Out the Southwest, my reputation known to exceed itself

And 84's commits to turn, amongst the blocks that I bleed to death

They watching me, but my nature gotta be taking it's time

Cause I got a set of hands, similar to Roy Jones in his prime

And if needed, I got the Crips and Bloods and BD's

That'll click on pussy niggaz, like I'm forced to click on c.d.'s

Don't think if it's a problem, bitch ass nigga you can see these

It's A.B.N., and if I rush the game it's gon be TD's

So be easy homie, I don't think you really wanna see me call that play out

Cause if I do, somebody ass get layed out

And either way I'ma ride for mine and lie for mine, fuck it I'll die for mine

I keep it gangsta to the end, it ain't getting by with mine

[Hook]

[talking:]

Shouts to the Dub-Southwest, ha

Shouts to the bloody 5th, R.I.P. my nigga D-Ray

E.T. I see you mo'fucker, ha-ha

You know, this some straight G'd up shit nigga

I'm in my second home, Houston nigga

It's hot here and we don't play fair, you know the rule

Come in peace or leave in pieces, fall back or fall back

We about that nigga, New York's rider man

One Eye Willie, Capo Status, Goonies

All over the world nigga, fifty state rebel

Ride with me and die with me, ghetto stand up

Rap version Shake and Verel, but I'm realer than that

Get your ass capped, peeled back

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