The Corn

(feat. Killa Cam, Murder Mase, Bloodshed)

[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 lethal, caught wreck with people
Who had injection infected needles, some terrorist people
Favorite bird, the desert eagle, killa slices
Colder than 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 Libyans, Canal just Caribbean
I ain't no fucking child to y'all, cause I got money piles to tours
Selling big thousand on crack, smack and Tylenol
All I got's the 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, 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 whorers is flawless, my block one of the broadest
Off the main attraction on the mighty ass Taurus
That I tosses, it scorches, with out no remorses
Leave their bloody body to be fount 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 only dress in what I'm bless 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 chase, only seen one D's face
I'm running from civilians with a million in my briefcase
Navigate, passed state, with half a cake
There'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 hits 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

[Bloodshed]
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 Integras and cellulars
And 180 scars across their jaws and their jugulars