The Corn (Get Wit It) - Children of the Corn



[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

Ic12



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