Children of the Corn, Cam’ron, Ma$e, Bloodshed - Ill Flow lyrics

I'm lettin' niggas know they can't
Fuck with my ill flow
I'm lettin' niggas know they can't
Fuck with my ill flow
I'm lettin' niggas know they can't
Fuck with my ill flow cause I'm a wickedess
-wickedess -brrrr wickedess

Aiyyo, I got a bullet vest, niggas that fes'
I'm on some new stress
Walk around with a Smith Wess'
Givin' heart tests, I'm heartless
On some ill shit, I'm out to spark shit
You wanna stay alive
Then money don't get on my spark list
Straight up fuckin' murderer who don't play
I fucking slay so fuck around and get your
Brains blown like JFK
Richard Kuklinski that's my idol
All about survival
My gat leaves niggas more holy
Then the fucking Bible
But aiyyo it gets worse, I spark a church
I'm the type to make your
Grandmoms grab her fucking purse
My life is fucked up, worse-r then that
My life's a stressed world
Yo, even the fresh girls get
Sprayed up like S-curls
Assassin-ater brought up by the ways of a tec
A nine, a gat
A Glock is all I need to catch wreck
Bloodshed a buddha head
Known for flippin' when I'm trippin'
I put the fuckin' clip in
Then I'm leaving niggas drippin'
A madman public nuisance
I'm like a heart threat
Leave niggas slain on the
Train like Bernhard Goetz
A murderer, fucking with me
You must got problems
I'll make you wish your pops
Would've used a fucking condom
I used to sell cracks, break bones and backs
Now I bust raps, catch gats, Glocks and MACs
I'm leavin' bullet scars, fuck usin' a knife
Buck ya twice, take your life
Plus your afterlife
Eyes are chinky like an oriental
Far from gentle
I guess I'm just fucked up in the mental
Leavin' 'em dead Bloodshed nasty ass brother
Lock ya mom's door cause I'm a bad muthafucka

I'm lettin' niggas know they can't
Fuck with my ill flow
I'm lettin' niggas know they can't
Fuck with my ill flow
I'm lettin' niggas know they can't
Fuck with my ill flow cause I'm a wickedess
-wickedess -brrrr wickedess

I hate when
Niggas with clips on they hip be tryna flip
So I remain gang bangin'
Fuck the Bloods and Crips
Fuckin' with a nigga who spent
Half of his life upstate
Couldn't even piss straight, carryin' a 38
Crack I never drop, Phillies get me high
Drive-by sight-seein' watchin' niggas die
You step to get a rep with
Murda Mase and you'll be finished
You're fuckin' with a lunatic, a arsonist
A menace i get roast when I produce
A nigga don't split catch a fit
Lose my mind and pull my 9 and just buck shit
Had beef
With some nigga named Vic from St nick
Saw him and some broad in the Accord
I said click-click (BLOAW)
The couple found slain, new nigga insane
But no crews remain
But stains from blood and brains
His blood had to spill, he had to be killed
He left his money
His car and house in his will
I'm definitely not no joke
I'll get your shit broke
Cause I believe in front you're bendin'
With your barber and that smoke
And I always keep a clip for
The niggas who wanna flip
So don't even touch it son
Go 'head with that bullshit
And I done killed so many troops
I oughta be sued
Made Tom parlay, but still slay for the loop
And if you reep what you sew
Then death I reep
Cause I been sewin' lynchin' niggas
Every day of the week
When I was young I was strung
On the books like a brainiac
But now I'm hooked on being a crook
So call me a maniac
Go get your crew to waste me
They won't change me
Niggas scared to jump me
They won't even face me
Cause chumps can't daze me and
Punks can't faze me
Never get Ghost like Swayze
A madman raised me i know my menace is up
Don't cut me off and get smacked
With shots of BBO, but I'll be back

I'm lettin' niggas know they can't
Fuck with my ill flow
I'm lettin' niggas know they can't
Fuck with my ill flow
I'm lettin' niggas know they can't
Fuck with my ill flow cause I'm a wickedess
-wickedess -brrrr wickedess

Killa Kam is all that
I stay dipped with the Crip on my hip
Flip the script when I get jipped
Now I empty clips
So shut your lip before I have a vendetta
Ain't nobody better
Known I got shit sewn like a knitted sweater
When I was little I was dropped by my pops
Not by cops now I grab my jock and rock
Your block with the Glock
Pelle as soon as I say slay
It's mayday to straight play
AJ got the AK on payday
I grab a purse or calls a nurse
But first you wanna get in a hearse?
When I burst
Shit's disperse cause I'm the fuckin' worse
I put a curse in every
Verse and I don't rehearse
(Yo Kam, kick flavor) Yo money
Why you fuckin' thirst'?
I'm leavin' niggas slain, dead in the rain
Have you walkin' with a cane
Cause the bludgeon is pain
I'm stakin' churches and libraries
Very commissary
The knotty Gotti and my shotty got
More bodies than a cemetary
You'll get flu cause it's known
That I've flown bigger
Me and my chrome trigger
I flip on my own niggas
I own casinos in Rino, I'm like a Valentino
Petino Anino, and Cane Fury's Gambinos
You gainin' and drainin' sustainin' the TEC
I'm used to slicin' niggas throats so
I'm a pain in the neck, right?
I slip 'em and trip 'em and grip 'em
Smack them then crack 'em
Beat 'em and treat 'em then eat 'em
Chug 'em and buck 'em then fuck 'em
Vic 'em, stick 'em then flick 'em
Grab a nap and then jab
Grab the ass when I fuck
Then fucked your mother then fried up
Now chill yo
I don't even think you should still blow
No real bro, but peel show could
Fuck with my Ill Flow, nigga
Ahaha

Ayo word up word up chill man chill
Peace out to all of them niggas on the corner
Doin' somethin' they ain't got
No business doin'
'We got the dime and a nickel' Crew
My man AG, my man Will, my man Tre
Dogz, my man Kam, my man Dre
All 'em niggas out there
Yo Mel, King, Cig, Bush, 'n' all 'em
Yo big shouts to all my bitches
And word up the lil holster

My man Skeeter
My man Don and everybody else I forgot
And to all of my bitches

Word up
You niggas doin' that shit on the corner

BBO do it again

The whole live mase Murda like them other, b
Word up

Stu-