Children of the Corn, Bloodshed, Cam’ron - Biscuits and Bangers lyrics

Harlem, more than average
Niggas selling tablets for cabbage
The habbit's more lavage the savage
Inside the Land rental
Y'all know what y'all ran into
Cam's mental, broke this man's dental
Up in Grand Central
We sell cracks for cash makes no difference
Moving coke by the shipments
Cause Digga need this equiptment
I stole grams from a foes land
Make sure my doughs ran
Bitch I never hold hands
Time wait's for no man
5-0 not fond of me, cause I'm onerary
They honor me
What the wanna see, racketeering
And laundering now I got the E from jake
Me and Blood deceased the fake
Man you should've seen some bake
Drive out the 318


It was no hypnosis, just a few witnesses
But they'll mind their businesses cause they
Know who shit this is
Ands went to sign with kis
But don't even mind the Ds
Smoke to keep my mind at ease
But know when it's time to squeeze
Never hurry, bullets flurry
Got my own mother worried
Coming up to me with her vision blurry
She said "Cam, I know you stole for the bread
But I'm scared you'll wear a sheet
With a hole in your head" i said Ma
Just relax and hold the dough
Cause when I perish
You'll be passed Mount Everest
Sippin Mo on your terrace
Cause that's how it go when
You dealing with a strangler
Girls, the misters, and haters
Fellons biscuit's and bangers

They got luccis, they got doozies
They got fluzzis shooting uzis
They got lawyers, and they doctors
Plus the coppers chasing robbers
For the cheese grab your heat
Cause there's trouble in the street
For the girls they all hate, for the fellas
Biscuit's and bangers

I used to sell rocks, avoided cellblocks
Wearing shell tops, shell shocked
Sells for 12 blocks
Cause niggas bell hops yo
Cause I reside inside a rough place
Not even a thug safe
Fuck around y'all wind up with your mug laced
I wind up in a gun chase
Victim of the drug lace
I had to plug a guy in cause he
Said I sold his little son base
I got the cash, ask the fiends, can't pass up
I'm past bad luck, they mad stuck
Quick fast to blast they ass, what?
You best to come deep homes
Cause Blood got the streets sown
Front and get the heat chrome
Pressed up on your cheekbone
And get your beef blown, yo
You better get the troops and power
Homocide and dentists
Using 12 guages for root canals and
Your wife called cops and said
Yo "Blood harassed me"
I caught her in the bed with Blassie
And beat they fucking ass G
Then I beat they brains in with two chains
Fuck around get you, your whole crew
Your ma duke and your boo slain
You're PUTANG
My right hooks leaving swollen jaws
I be toten fours, smoking raws
With no license in stolen cars
When your walk through Harlem
Best be prepared for strangers
Cause most of them is
Stranglers, cause it's bullets
Biscuit's and bangers nigga

They got luccis, they got doozies
They got fluzzis shooting uzis
They got lawyers, and they doctors
Plus the coppers chasing robbers
For the cheese grab your heat
Cause there's trouble in the street
For the girls they all hate, for the fellas
Biscuit's and bangers

Now I was in the boogie down getting some ass
I got a beep from my block
Had to split so I dashed
And the Killah ain't been around
The way for two days i called my man 4-0 the
Green Grand from the ways
When I got to my block, if I wasn't in shock
Then I was cause I found
Out my cousin got shot
They said yo "It was concerning, the germans
They came through
Blazing, and burning, left Blood squirming
A line blast out, but he got his ass out
Then Capone came in the Grand and
Drove him to the stash house"
Now I run into the house with
The tool in my hand tried to do in my man
Fucking ruined our plan
When I get in the first, tears start to burst
Cause I see a trail of
Blood thinking the worst
Flowers, casket, hearse, but nah
All I seen was his left leg split
Dude Capone working on him with
The First Aid kit and they told me the scoop
On this wild ass please
It was just a graze, in and out his leg
But they came through dead nasty
It was Fred Blassie
Crew shot shit up quick and then fled fastly
Now I'm thinking - over dough or dice?
Come to find out this is all
About his hoeing ass wife
And niggas always pulling guns
Quick over some chick
Motherfucker that's that some dumb shit
But yo this ain't done with
Cause lifestyle, quite foul
Lore them to my sight now
Turn them germans into ashes
Harlem Night style
And that's how it goes when
You dealing with stranglers
Girls, the misters and haters
Felons biscuit's and bangers