On The Corner

[Intro - Daniel Son]
One time
Not much needs to be said

[Verse 1- Daniel Son]
Welcome to The Gunners Tape
Pardon for the fuckin' wait
We in the last days
Ain't nothin safe
Girl like Sharapova with the Russian face
Tailor-made suits
Beamer with the custom plates
Can I live, without a life full of sin?
Why my connect always gotta raise the prices again?
Why the masterpiece happen every time I cook?
Why there's a body on the news every time I look?
They just shootin'
No reason this time
Young gunners put the heat to your mind
Dig a hole 6 feet
Leave you sleepin' in pine
I've been speakin' in signs
So strong that I can speak to the blind
About to enter my prime
Sonsarelli a gentleman in disguise
Chemist, I cook
With the element of surprise
On the highway to hell
They said it wasn't my time
A fiend's sour ass pussy
They sellin' it for a dime
Guaranteed it gonna numb her face
Clean the plate, leave nothing to waste
Put a bucket in a bucket's place
Need a million in the fucking safe
Foot pursuits when the rum is chased
Leave the booth in a drunken state
Inhale the Kush, breathe the trees all out
Model's new double D's all out
Shook a cop, stutter step
Blew his knees all out
I'm tryin to eat till my teeth fall out
Brown Bag Money...

[Talking]
Hold on let me switch the flavor one time, man
Yo Chef, bring that menu back
One time, one time
My people get the money
Courtside get the money
Courtside get the money
Daniel Son get the money
Brown Bag Money
Crate Divizion
Giallo Point
London, England
To Toronto
Let me represent, hold up
Let me spit somethin' real quick
Yo

[Verse 2 - Daniel Son]
I make plays for the Bucs like Simeon Rice
Rice and peas, chicken stay Caribbean spiced
Yo my heart been frozen like I'm living in ice
I've seen my life before, it's like I'm living it twice
Grind first, then we eat after
Timbs crispy as a wheat cracker
Leaning tower, I'm a cheese stacker
Write my autobiography, study each chapter
Turn recovering addicts back into relapsers
Hide the sick cause I got beer late
At Gems Jerk there was a roach in my oxtail plate
I snap, like what you call this?
Smack the chef with a swordfish
I'm never snitchin' on accomplice
Every move I make is done with great timing
Vintage Ralph from the late 90's
Sonsarelli got the vision of the greats by me
We stay grimy
Product that we cooking praised highly

[Talking]
Yo I was taking to my Vietnamese man the other day
I was tryin to show him how we doin' things over here
Is a little bit different
Than how they does things over there
They way he showed me, everything
Sounds real peaceful over there though, my friend
Sittin' under palm trees
Eating shrimp
Drinking imported Heineken's
Hold up, let me step back man

[Verse 3 - Daniel Son]
Yo I'm riding in the hooptie
Gotta obey your thirst
I drive slow cause the breaks don't work (word!)
I'm old school like it's '72, then to '73
Paint a picture that you never could see
Never been the type to smile
Wave hi to new neighbors
I've been ducking midnight crusaders
Drop enough gems to inspire tomb raiders
Bulletproof whips, rhymes on fireproof paper
Yo crack the blunt!
My dude, roll some endo in it
Ralph jeans, got the Timbos with it
Rollin' in the '96 Benz, got Nintendo in it
Blacking out like the fuckin' windows tinted
Fuck the whole system
Guilty in the eyes of the court's vision
I'm tryin' to duck the mortician
Now a days, there's more killin
Dope dealing
Fiends OD'in
Before they get a whole dose in 'em
Yo

[Talking]
Yo my man
Let me tell you somethin real quick, man
I seen the girl down the way
She was from Loud
I need me a girl like that
What you know about it?