Corner Store Stories

I remember drinking 50 cent nutties
Sittin' on the stoop
Listenin' to 'Gimme The Loot'
The truths were hard and the
Lies were in abundance
Back when all that mattered was
Vaginas you done bust
In or the fights that you done won, shit
You needed some stories
Old heads told you bout 'back in the day'
Speaking passionately
We lusted for our own tails
But now I'm older, hear our stories get
Retold by all my friends and shit
An honest recollection be like so rare
Cyclical embellishment be only
To our detriment, 'cause
We going on decades of money, pussy
Weed fetishes
Rhetoric be redundant, heaven be
When the blunt lit
Discussion rarely meanders to waters
We ain't accustomed, it's hard
Remember after dark, we used to
Bring the gloves out
And back further we was playing manhunt
We didn't know the cops was playing
Too on anybody with a tan
But got a little older and began
To understand what the city about
Shit, the beauty and the wickedness
Profundity and simpleness
We right up in the thick of it
Grab a 40 and listen to
Tales of glory and sinnin'
If our best days behind us
We ain't gon' never forget 'em

New York, New York, I'm a Hell's Kitchen baby
Born with a pitchfork
You could never play me
Born with the shit talk, I
Don't need that praise, b
Shouts to the city that raised me
You can take my blocks
You ain't takin' my pride
Catch me at the corner store
I be waitin' outside
I'm from 'round here, yeah, motherfucker
I'm from 'round here, yeah

I remember when Pat punched dude
Off his skateboard for breathing
When Mike fought on 48th street
To squash the beef when every year
It was lit at the 9th ave festival
Throwin' stink bombs under tables, shit
Just to mess with you
Hittin' chicks in staircases, roofs
And playgrounds too
I'm paintin' you a picture, ain't always
Say I was proud to, hey
It's what it is, those days when we was kids
Lasted longer for some
I seen that quandary become unbearable
For a few now
Watch my big bro lose his mind to the stress
He walkin' round without a crew now
Ain't always stick to the script but
The loyalty the glue now
When push comes to shove I hold
Everyone in my crew down
But see, the thing is in New York, even
That corner store know that any minute, shit
He could get evicted and replaced
By some fucking organic spinach
So it's every man for himself and that's
Just how we live in New York

New York, New York, I'm a Hell's Kitchen baby
Born with a pitchfork
You could never play me
Born with the shit talk, I
Don't need that praise, b
Shouts to the city that raised me
You can take my blocks
You ain't takin' my pride
Catch me at the corner store
I be waitin' outside
I'm from 'round here, yeah, motherfucker
I'm from 'round here, yeah
You can take my blocks
You ain't takin' my pride
Catch me at the corner store
I be waitin' outside
I'm from 'round here, yeah, motherfucker
I'm from 'round here, yeah