Letras:
Nine Days Waiting On The Corner

now, whatever the costs standing here, all alone, on the corner by her door you said to wait, you might be late but that was on tuesday, now you're three days

on the West In the drop by myself with my nine and my vest And you niggaz best be on yo' best behaviors I was bred for this shit, front on me I'ma blaze

cause I wanna So what if I celebrate it standin' on a corner I ain't drinkin' no 40 I B thinkin' time wit' a nine Until we get some land Call me

want a holiday F--k it 'cause I wanna So what if I celebrate it standin' on a corner I ain't drinkin' no 40 I B thinkin' time wit' a nine Until we

great I flipped my radio on and to my utter surprise I thought that it was eight o'clock but it was half past nine I hopped up and put my feet on the

thank the Lord that my kids are fed They live on beans eight days and nine But I get 'em fat come pickin' time Get 'em fat come come pickin' time The corn

and money While I'm chillin' on the corner I'm a get fucked up My nigga T got a forty and brought two cups Lil' Ya is chillin' Yella is thuggin' and talkin' on

play on the West In the drop by myself with my nine and my vest And you niggaz best be on yo' best behavior I was bred for this shit, front on me? I'

found, love? Five days on, trapped by a wave Love is turning you out Sliding worry round I try to warn this waiting game To bring that spectre down Black corn