Trae - Coming Around The Corner (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