Artist: G-Note$ Album: Corner Luv Song: Corner Luv Typed by: Tha Masta [Intro: G-Note$] Yo, corner luv The routine, you seen this picture? The routine, you seen this picture? Yea.. Note$ [Chorus: G-Note$] Yo, hands on the wall (the routine, you seen this picture?) Nine to life (it's routine, you seen this picture?) Crying family (it's routine) at the wake and funeral (It's routine) Remember his obituary picture? Hands on the wall (the routine, you seen this picture?) One to three (it's routine, you seen this picture?) Crying family (it's routine, you seen this picture?) Crying friends, it's a corner luv picture [G-Note$] Yo, it's the luv, corners and friends shared the Wonder Years My name had it's Growing Pains, my pimp been through the same Weigh ya fame like coke weighers Hustling, struggling with grams, snatching chains Building G-Note$, some got hugs from the corner They made G-Note$, it's luv, thugs duck again Thrown my rough cutters, we tall walkers, don't throw us to arcade This game's addictive like pills that kill pain Yo L, hold ya head, baby, we drink the pain away Cry a little, yo Ape, we have ya thugs on the block, still miss you I need tissue, tears (T.G.) It's hard to look death in the eyes, it's corner luv It's hard to look death in the eyes, I need tissue, tears (T.G.) [Chorus] [G-Note$] Yo my man Wayne and Cotty, y'all still in my thoughts Y'all probably cutting niggaz as I speak Niggaz on the block miss y'all, weak niggaz don't think fair And hope that y'all never come home, fuck meat featherweight niggaz Know my niggaz heavyweights, what y'all doing lifting heavy weights? Bashing guerrila niggaz in the face with heavy weights Y'all black niggaz, stamped on ya prison file is wild Like Machine Gun Moe, yo skin stay ducking, never bluffing Son need sons like I love you too Fat Rob, where you at? T.T., where you at? I-Diggy, where you at? B-Town, where you at? Ya book name takes me back, like me and Shiz Running back and forth to family court, it's corner luv [Hook: G-Note$] Yo, hands on the wall (it's routine, you seen this picture?) Take some of the color out, pitch the tent, so ya ass bent [Chorus] [G-Note$] We all pros from our shops, ring around the tub Niggaz are garbage pale kids, we corner luv kids Kings of New York, stashing guns in the garbage Yo, unload a cartridge from Incarcerated Scarfaces And my niggaz, who dicks in the dirt Yo, Rell, R.I.P., I dart goes up for ya pain Rell fast, breeze a cycle past Taught us what's beef, from Prospect to Sucker Street These corners, got me feeling like Rainy Dayz Mixed with, two totes of purple haze The luv, this murder game's a homicide ave Turn this Brooklyn to a big cave, it's corner luv ways [Chorus]