Children Of The Corn

Children Of The Corn - The corn (Get Wit It) songtekst

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(feat. Killa Cam, Murder Mase, Bloodshed)



[Bloodshed]

Yeah, yeah Bloodshed

My nigga Mase Murder, the deal

Big L, Killa Cam

Let 'em know where you been Killa



[Cam'Ron]

I went to Texas people, caught wreck with people

Who had injection infected needles, some terrorist people

Baby burst the desert eagles, killa slices

Cold as the icisis, one of the trifest

Hypest to shiestest y'all run like mices in a crisis

Y'all never hear nobody did me in

I be in Lebanon with Libyans, now it's just Caribbean

I blow fucking tally on, cause I got money pals on tours

Selling big thousand on crack, smack and Tylenol

All I got's the crack option, 031's what I wrap boxing

In '89 when I was slap boxing, now I box on padlocking

And gat cocking and gat poppin', doing drive bys out the black drops

I ain't little but vicious, guns no misses

You feel me, kisses or wishes, before I break you up like dishes

Fuck your bosses, my forces, it tosses

To kill all your sources you niiggaz best be cautious

No losses my fortress, is Jaguars and Porsches

Ride the OTB to check my money on the horses

My horrors is flawless, my block one of the broadest

Off the main attraction on the mighty ass chorus

That I tosses, it scorches, with out no remorses

Leave their bloody body to be counted in Mount Morris

Harlem leave you scoreless, I shoot your bitch and leave you broad less

So if you want we can start the static like a cordless



[Mase]

I'm only getting what I'm bless with

All that good and Guess shit, connected

With kis, caught the country out respected

Leave stake, while in each state, in my peep's waist

D's while they ducking these, trying to keep Mase

Good fiend a police take, only seen my D's face

I'm running from some beings with a million in my briefcase

Navigate, passed the state, with half a cake

Let's placalate, my continents in any placid lake

Blast holes for Gs, and G's is what my chest holds

So much ice on my neck, I might catch a chest cold

Vexed are varyin', I'm known to scare vary' man

When I bring beef niggaz like be vegetarians

Take them opium, when the glock hits the pen

He better watch out his peephole, my people come to see him

Fuck the drama, all my niggaz bring that on the reg

And infra-red beam is on your head, by time you see it y'all be dead



[Bloodshed]

I run with +Wildcats+ like +Villanova+

Y'all smoke crack and kill Jehovah

Before you bump into this villain sober

Causing the controversy that niggaz be illing over

To have the children who be killin, in your building killin

My skills is trife as hitting scriptures from Hitler

And if I'm out to get ya give ya mom a picture

Cause she'll miss ya, I roll with sniffers that annihilate

So if you try to violate, I have 'em under pressure like a trail date

Even if you tried you couldn't get with it

That last nigga that tried was crucified with his shit splitted

I pull the plug so all the chest get going

Cause my tech be blowing

So hard it leaves vest and large intestines showing

God I peeped you, go ahead and try to set it

But don't act speedy, or get beat, cause I can't stand it like a diabetic

Peace to hustlas, with integaras and cellular

And 1-80 scars across their jaws and their jugulars
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