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Текст песни Children of the Corn (Killa Cam, Murder - The Corn (Get Wit It)

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[Bloodshed]Yeah, yeah BloodshedMy nigga Mase Murder, the dealBig L, Killa CamLet `em know where you been Killa[Cam`Ron]I went to Texas people, caught wreck with peopleWho had injection infected needles, some terrorist peopleBaby burst the desert eagles, killa slicesCold as the icisis, one of the trifestHypest to shiestest y`all run like mices in a crisisY`all never hear nobody did me inI be in Lebanon with Libyans, now it`s just CaribbeanI blow fucking tally on, cause I got money pals on toursSelling big thousand on crack, smack and TylenolAll I got`s the crack option, 031`s what I wrap boxingIn `89 when I was slap boxing, now I box on padlockingAnd gat cocking and gat poppin`, doing drive bys out the black dropsI ain`t little but vicious, guns no missesYou feel me, kisses or wishes, before I break you up like dishesFuck your bosses, my forces, it tossesTo kill all your sources you niiggaz best be cautiousNo losses my fortress, is Jaguars and PorschesRide the OTB to check my money on the horsesMy horrors is flawless, my block one of the broadestOff the main attraction on the mighty ass chorusThat I tosses, it scorches, with out no remorsesLeave their bloody body to be counted in Mount MorrisHarlem leave you scoreless, I shoot your bitch and leave you broad lessSo if you want we can start the static like a cordless[Mase]I`m only getting what I`m bless withAll that good and Guess shit, connectedWith kis, caught the country out respectedLeave stake, while in each state, in my peep`s waistD`s while they ducking these, trying to keep MaseGood fiend a police take, only seen my D`s faceI`m running from some beings with a million in my briefcaseNavigate, passed the state, with half a cakeLet`s placalate, my continents in any placid lakeBlast holes for Gs, and G`s is what my chest holdsSo much ice on my neck, I might catch a chest coldVexed are varyin`, I`m known to scare vary` manWhen I bring beef niggaz like be vegetariansTake them opium, when the glock hits the penHe better watch out his peephole, my people come to see himFuck the drama, all my niggaz bring that on the regAnd infra-red beam is on your head, by time you see it y`all be dead[Bloodshed]I run with +Wildcats+ like +Villanova+Y`all smoke crack and kill JehovahBefore you bump into this villain soberCausing the controversy that niggaz be illing overTo have the children who be killin, in your building killinMy skills is trife as hitting scriptures from HitlerAnd if I`m out to get ya give ya mom a pictureCause she`ll miss ya, I roll with sniffers that annihilateSo if you try to violate, I have `em under pressure like a trail dateEven if you tried you couldn`t get with itThat last nigga that tried was crucified with his shit splittedI pull the plug so all the chest get goingCause my tech be blowingSo hard it leaves vest and large intestines showingGod I peeped you, go ahead and try to set itBut don`t act speedy, or get beat, cause I can`t stand it like a diabeticPeace to hustlas, with integaras and cellularAnd 1-80 scars across their jaws and their jugulars

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