Children Of The Corn
Children Of The Corn - Harlem U.S.A. songtekst
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[Cam'Ron] Now I'm off on a rendezvous, disponible Niggaz is comical, but I'm phenomenal Jiggin niggaz abdominals, and solarplexes I got to test I get my tech and wetcha No need to make no lecture cause I'm taking all the extras Moves my heat makes, shooting and stabbing everyone my peeps hate The Killa "Sweepstakes" robbing you cheap skates from each state, I love bitches with swollen hips Dice to roll on "trips" got stolen clips I hold and spit to get your colon split, nigga Cause when I get vexed, I split necks, looking around to seeing which one I'm hit next, I lived inside a Trip-Plex I used to get Wic checks, but that wasn't even my theme Started clapping for that cream, robbing Tavern on the Green To get away parolers with my soldiers, a bunch of high rollers that throw boulders, shooting women that push the strollers And that's the way that the baddest act, matter fact where the fuck my gat is at? I live for drugs and rat-tat-tat [Chorus: x2] It don't matter what you do or say We capping you, kilo capital, Harlem (Uptown) USA [Bloodshed] From here to Mexico, I clean up, like "The Professional" Blessing you, with hollow point joints inside your ventrical I rap exceptional, captivate you like I have to hate you Deactivate you from your brain then decapitate you Then the coroners dispute, I toss fellas Fuck Red and Blue I step to gang members wearing "Cross Colors" So stpe to this thirst from first Ave Get your mother's purse grab, my shooty got more bodies then a hearse have I'm leaving niggaz thicker than the resevoir So if you stressing hard, I'll leave your whole fucking chest in jars Mics I be tearing them, from here to Maryland I'm known to bury men and drug mics with more dope then her-ion I stash cash ain't no need for flashing I love my techs more then sex so I guess I'm into "Heat & Passion" So take heed to what this thug said Don't find out why they call me Bloodshed or you might wind up with your mug spread [Chorus] [Cam'Ron] I'm badgering, I stick the dagger in Your neck is staggering, my pistol patering is flaterring Your blood is splaterring, your family's gathering I make proposals that are murderous "That nigga Killa bugging notify Social Services" And I stuck my dick in your daughter Buck at the door, fucking the slore and Running from cops, ducking reporters Wetting niggaz like buckets of water I'll rip you down with one clip When my gun spit, run quick and don't come Uptown with that dumb shit [Chorus] [Bloodshed] Aiyyo my lyrics sound ill I stay will a frown grill I'm quick to let a round spill like homey the clown film I smash fools like cashews extort jewels and cash rules ain't in vestes, then I just hold the weapon then blast duke I'll knock you out just like a sleep drug You think you can defeat cus? Well, I don't think that you can compete cause What this bastard write be blasting mics to drastic heights, I break backs in fights attack with knifes I jack and slice [Chorus]