Children of the Corn, Bloodshed, Ma$e, Cam’ron - The Corn (Get Wit It) lyrics
Cam'ron [Cam'ron Giles] Manhattan, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Children of the Corn, Bloodshed, Ma$e, Cam’ron - The Corn Get Wit It lyrics]
Girl: I saw the corn reporter: Okay
Cut it! What is all this shit about the corn
Yeah, yeah Bloodshed
My nigga Mase Murder, the deal
Big L, Killa Kam
Tell 'em where you been Killa
I went to Texas lethal
Caught wreck with people
Who have injected infected needles
Some terrorist people
Favorite bird the Desert Eagle, Killa slices
Colder then ice is, 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 the Libyans
Canal is just Caribbean
I ain't no fucking child to y'all
Cause I got money pals to tour
Selling big thousand on crack
Smack and Tylenol all I got is phat options
031's what I wrap rocks in
In '89 when I was slap boxing
Now on blocks I'm padlocking
And gat cocking and gat poppin'
Doing drive bys out the black Datsun
I ain't little but vicious, guns no misses
Dear family, kisses or wishes
Before I break you up like dishes
Fuck your bosses, my forces, endorse this
To kill all your sources y'all
Niggas best be cautious
No losses my fortress
Is Jaguars and Porsches
Ride to OTB to check my money on the horses
My whores is flawless
My block one of the broadest
Off the main attraction for
Them whitey ass tourist
Then I torch this and scorch this
With out no remorse's
Leave their bloody body to be
Found in Mount Morris
Harlem leave 'em scoreless
I shoot your bitch and leave you broad less
So if you want we can start
The static like a cordless
I only dress In what I'm blessed with
Nautica and Guess shit, connected
With G's, cross the country that respect it
Keep faith, while in each state
Me and my peep's waste
D's while they F-E-D's
Be trying to keep Mase
Good thing a police take
Only seen my D's face
I'm running from civilians with a
Million in my briefcase
Navigate, passed state, with half a cake
Their's cash to make
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 niggas like be vegetarians
Tell your man in the BM
When the clock hit's the PM
He better watch his cerebrum
My people come to see him fuck the drama
All my niggas bring that on the reg
If a infra-red beam is on your head
By time you see it y'all be dead
I run with Wildcats like Villanova
Y'all smoke crack and kill Jehovah
Before you bump into this villain sober
Causing the controversy that niggas
Be illing over to have the children who be
Chillin' in your building killin'
My skills is trife as
Hidden 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 you under pressure like a trail date
Even if you tried you couldn't get with it
That last nigga that died 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 vests
And large intestines showing
God I peeped you, go ahead and try to set it
But don't act sweet, or
You'll get beat, cause
I can't stand it like a diabetic
Peace to hustlers
With integaras and cellulars
And 1-80 scars across their
Jaws and their jugulars
Cut it! What is all this shit about the corn
Yeah, yeah Bloodshed
My nigga Mase Murder, the deal
Big L, Killa Kam
Tell 'em where you been Killa
I went to Texas lethal
Caught wreck with people
Who have injected infected needles
Some terrorist people
Favorite bird the Desert Eagle, Killa slices
Colder then ice is, 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 the Libyans
Canal is just Caribbean
I ain't no fucking child to y'all
Cause I got money pals to tour
Selling big thousand on crack
Smack and Tylenol all I got is phat options
031's what I wrap rocks in
In '89 when I was slap boxing
Now on blocks I'm padlocking
And gat cocking and gat poppin'
Doing drive bys out the black Datsun
I ain't little but vicious, guns no misses
Dear family, kisses or wishes
Before I break you up like dishes
Fuck your bosses, my forces, endorse this
To kill all your sources y'all
Niggas best be cautious
No losses my fortress
Is Jaguars and Porsches
Ride to OTB to check my money on the horses
My whores is flawless
My block one of the broadest
Off the main attraction for
Them whitey ass tourist
Then I torch this and scorch this
With out no remorse's
Leave their bloody body to be
Found in Mount Morris
Harlem leave 'em scoreless
I shoot your bitch and leave you broad less
So if you want we can start
The static like a cordless
I only dress In what I'm blessed with
Nautica and Guess shit, connected
With G's, cross the country that respect it
Keep faith, while in each state
Me and my peep's waste
D's while they F-E-D's
Be trying to keep Mase
Good thing a police take
Only seen my D's face
I'm running from civilians with a
Million in my briefcase
Navigate, passed state, with half a cake
Their's cash to make
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 niggas like be vegetarians
Tell your man in the BM
When the clock hit's the PM
He better watch his cerebrum
My people come to see him fuck the drama
All my niggas bring that on the reg
If a infra-red beam is on your head
By time you see it y'all be dead
I run with Wildcats like Villanova
Y'all smoke crack and kill Jehovah
Before you bump into this villain sober
Causing the controversy that niggas
Be illing over to have the children who be
Chillin' in your building killin'
My skills is trife as
Hidden 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 you under pressure like a trail date
Even if you tried you couldn't get with it
That last nigga that died 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 vests
And large intestines showing
God I peeped you, go ahead and try to set it
But don't act sweet, or
You'll get beat, cause
I can't stand it like a diabetic
Peace to hustlers
With integaras and cellulars
And 1-80 scars across their
Jaws and their jugulars