lloyd banks – cold corner 2 (eyes wide) lyrics
[24 seconds instrumental]
[verse 1:]
the hood lane kinda naked, so i’m a take it,
been here before. my rhymin’ ancient, an’ i’m endangered.
when e’rything awkard, – i gotta change it!
bringin’ a swag, – whip game like a dominatrix.
hot headed with no kinda patience!
while i recline they tastin’,
more than half of my life v-g-n- chasin’.
i dream of purple by the dump truck,
i’m poppin’ all across the boards surfs up. – label black and purped up!
hustle like a traffic b-m, the golden voice rapper, son;
louis to the shoe, we bling dappered up for half of them!
i’m double action avergin’. – f-ck love and marriage an’ i’m happy!
rollin’ stones spittin’ image of pappy.
get at me! – spar with a g, 10 in my keky;
chroic cheese chaser, troupies tryna trap me!
rewards’ll sn-tch me. – no love for the law my lawyer back me! (uh!)
money’s the root of evil, (yeah!) and my root exactly. – tax me!
[chorus:]
eyes wide, that’s how it happens on the corner! (on the corner…) (uh!)
eyes wide, that’s how it happens on the crooked cold corner! (crooked cold corner…)
protection’s gettin’ stronger,
walk around with your head in the ground you’ll be a goner! (be a goner…)
eyes wide, that’s how it happens on the corner! (on the corner…) (uh!)
eyes wide, that’s how it happens on the crooked cold corner! (crooked cold corner…) [echoes]
[verse 2:]
uh! – i’m sharper than the – wood on a splinter. – sit back and let the king record,
you know me! – i o.d.; – shin-bi when i swing my sword.
minds think by the grip, my way outta the whip,
been chasin’ fetti all week, sundays i pop my sh-t!
born a boy, world in my palm, stockton grip!
stumble cross the outfit, i’m a kill my “beef & brocollis” with.
r.i.p. to hewy-o and kev!
i know they lookin’ down on me therefore i make a movie on the reg!
stupid speech jacuzzi on the ledge,
i hate the stupid groupies on my leg, drag ’em like a chain an’ ball!
fuss cause i’m famous, funny, i ain’t want the fame at all!
f-ck ya gonna sleep on a bank?! – i remain appauled!
when i have a baby, that baby spoiled.
build for the storm like a navy seal, 2-11 mercedes wheel.
chill! – image me without a record deal,
southside on the f-ckin’ map. – lil’ n-gg-‘s tuckin’ steel. – still!
[chorus]
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