50 Cent - Corner Bodega (Lyrics)

Aight, check this shit out

Y'all niggas gon' stay in the car

I'm 'a go and handle this shit

Gimme ten minutes, if I don't come out, y'all come in

The money stays in the car 'til I say so... word up

Aiyyo, what's up what's up, man

This is what y'all niggas is workin' with for 22 cents a gram?


Man, when I come up in here treat me like I'm fam

I can go Uptown and get this shit 16 cents a gram

Bottom line is, man, I gotta cop and go

Got a spot and I can't afford to stop the flow

Poppi, what the fuck is the matter with ya man?

Standin' against the wall with a gun in his hand

I ain't on no funny shit I'm on some get-this-money shit

Every four days in PA I move another brick

According to the DEA I sold dope in VA

My coupe stay in Queens but the plates read VA

I'll show you where I rest at, it ain't hard to find me

Let me buy a brick and get the other on consignment

(Hey, times is hard man) I know, don't remind me

If I catch another case I'mma kill Guiliani

It ain't even safe to sell a pack at night

Got task ridin 'round the projects on Mountain Bikes


NY ain't the same, it's OT player

You can go and cop coke from the corner Bodega

Hit the highway and take it to a town near you

And get that money man, get that money man


NY ain't the same, it's OT player

You can go and cop coke from the corner Bodega

Hit the highway and take it to a town near you

And get that money man, get that money man


Now, if you come to 1-3-4 and I'm not around

That means I copped and I went outta town

You motherfuckers know how I get down

I'm 'bout my money man, I'm 'bout my money man