[Intro]

Muthafuckas always like

Rabbs same my name in your raps

Fuck around a month later

He get smoked for snitching

And trying to play one of the homies from the Varrio

'Sup, fuck that

I say whatever the fuck I wanna say

Now pay attention this some OG shit right here

Just kick them little stories 'bout the hundred bullet holes

[Verse 1]

I hit the corner homie and did I mention it's dark

I could see the homies deep across the street at the park

I had a new KG that put the "H" on the map

I was only sixteen Houston Astros cap

They started cappin', fled down toberman

But they crashed thirty third, here come the harpys gang

Now it's over man, when the driver get hit

We came in all directions and spray that shit

We split quick to a safe house in the valley

Ese I was riding shotgun in handy's wagon

Put my tape in fool and then I blaze my blunt

Nobody said a word till the song was done

Play it again dog, that's what syko said

And who did the beat? Is what Venom asked

They must be high, it must've fucked with there mind

Over ten years back, I recited all crimes

[Chorus]

Dark corner is where they meet at night

Ese victims walk by, despite the crime

Dark corner just makin' sure you're known

AK 47 pointed at your dome

Dark corner while I compose these rhymes

Fifty homies ready, these some devilish times

Dark corner, tell me, can you deal with that?

It's true what you heard you better bring that strap

[Verse 2]

Ese summer nine four, I hit the corner on shrooms

For the tiny locos posted, some brand new tools

I will kill 'em, that's what friends are for

Had the block sowed up, Mr. X-Two-Four

They started dumpin' but they couldn't shoot they miss

Twenty fifth get pissed, all L.A. get hit

This be it, I caught a fool slippin' you dig

And before he could reach, I split that wig

Got back to the bar and gave sharky a take

All the TLS with 'em say they fucking relate

Extra copies boy, were in high demand

Even enemies knew about the neighbourhood jams

They started rappin', I guess the gangs are fame

But we was blasting at 'em 'cause their shit was lame

No complaints and I ain't gonna say no names

But your homeboy let it play for the shit it say

[Chorus]

Dark corner is where they meet at night

Ese victims walk by, despite the crime

Dark corner just makin' sure you're known

AK 47 pointed at your dome

Dark corner while I compose these rhymes

Fifty homies ready, these some devilish times

Dark corner, tell me, can you deal with that?

It's true what you heard you better bring that strap

[Verse 3]

I blast it back fool when enemies came down

At the liquor store corner when the shots ranged out

I was lucky G, but it was nothing G

Ese twenty four seven fire back they ducking

Then I shoot to the studio to cut some jams

Got back to the Varrio and score me a gram

And share it with my gang, Musica Asesina

BMI published anything I give you

So, fuck no, I ain't gonna roll with lames

I'm a roll with the "H" till I lay in my grave

I grab the gauge, the kinda fool I be

This ain't a movie set boy, the biggest heat on me

Follow me now and get a damn tour of the ghetto

Ese bullet-proofs on, just incase some metal

And when it's over pricks, I'll be back at the corner

In danger muthafucka, forty eight, I'm a goner

[Chorus]

Dark corner is where they meet at night

Ese victims walk by, despite the crime

Dark corner just makin' sure you're known

AK 47 pointed at your dome

Dark corner while I compose these rhymes

Fifty homies ready, these some devilish times

Dark corner, tell me, can you deal with that?

It's true what you heard you better bring that strap

[Outro]

Check it out

I wanna give a shout out

To all my G homies

I don't need to say no names

They know who they are

Posted on the darkest corners in my muthafucking neighbourhood

You kill one of us

We'll kill three of yours

Start the bloodiest fucking war your varrio ever seen

Ask around muthafucka

La "H" Trae Fuego

Dark corner