Children Of The Corn The Corn (get Wit It) Lyrics

The Corn (get Wit It) Lyrics

[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

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