Children Of The Corn Stretch & Bobbito 94' Freestyle Part 1 & 2 текст песни, слова песни Stretch & Bobbito 94' Freestyle Part 1 & 2 Children Of The Corn
Children Of The Corn - Stretch & Bobbito 94' Freestyle Part 1 & 2
Yo, here's another smooth song to get your groove on
Violate or try to fake jacks and you'll get moved on
Peace to all my niggas with the thousand dollar jewels on
Pushin' rides, with full-length minks, with gator shoes on
I'm known for rockin' tours picture me moppin' floors
Only fuck with keys and not the kind that be lockin' doors
The type of nigga that be gamin' your freaks
While you out workin' hard I'm puttin' stains in your sheets
And sportin' Coogi and Gucci that's my duty
Fuck a big bootie groupie
Need a fruity, cutie hoochie with lots of loochie
This goes out to my niggas Uptown
Downtown, Midtown, across town and out of town
I be the mic horker
Rap enforcer
Native New Yorker
Slick talker
Beat walker stalker
You remember me when I put it on with the Kid Capri
Mr. MVP is back to take over the industry
My cash flow don't get low it just increase
Whoever try to take mines will rest in peace
I keep a stoned look, peace to every known crook
Not those who go to jail can't hold they own and come home shook
On 1-3-9 and Lenox niggas are bananas
We got bad manners, cops can't stand us
That's why they try to jam us
But I hate jakes they mad cause I make papes
I'm large like the Great Lakes, with drug spots in 8 states
I'm chillin' makin' sure this money is right
Sippin' sunny delight, hittin' every honey in sight
And I wanna smoke Pataki and Rudolph Guilli
Like a whoolie
I keep a toolie for any moolie who act foolie
What I recite be takin' hours to write
So if you bite tell your man what kind of flower's you like
So Bloodshed
A yo, mellow my nigga
Yo, just get on the mic and pull the emcee trigger
[Bloodshed:]
A yo Blood's out for president
I roll through your residence
You're hesitant
Because you know what I represent
Harlem USA nigga it ain't nothin to say or do
We rap piranhas slay your crew, baby boo, and maybe you
We dismiss crews
Mainly sick fools run and I leave ya click bruised
And take your sick jewels straight to the pawn shop
And feel the blasts like a bomb dropped
Mad niggas I ran threw
With niggas I ain't knew it ain't new
I leave broken like a faggot wrists
So it's the way niggas wanna bring the drama off
Killin Blood you got better chance than Mutombo beatin up Olajuwon
I got 600 mo' mo
Brothas that run with 4-4
Pullin a nigga over like he loco
Maybe it's just my time god
Or is it I'm the crime boss
Or I'm just mad that every job costs
But the baddest dude be actin wilder
Wettin niggas up like showers
Sellin crack and smack in pouches
Jewels gigantic
Ice flooded like the titanic
Cash is sanit
Flashin for granted faster than ceramics
And keep it in my crime family
Strangers with ice my life ain't nothin but
Papers and dice
Y'all frontin
I used to prophet slowly
Niggas ain't know me
Men of the older G
Never thought I would grow to be
The cash getting
Mad spittin
Jumpin in the bath with ass drippin
Getting blast takin the path sippin
I know it ain't hard to see sunny
With Meeno inside the 320 killin new jacks for g money
Mase murder on my left
Watch you gon do kill this shit to fuckin death
[Mase Murder:]
Aiyo fuck we into fly shit like Versace wear
Where niggas dressed in Guess that's what got me here
In the summer I sip the Perrier listen to Mary J
Even when there's a heat wave we still smoke everyday
Sit with men that count Benjamins start the engine then
We wearin ice the Rollie watches made in Switzerland
My pico chico tryin to see more c-notes
So when he go his kids have cheddar like a ritos
Reset every month jacob see checks
While niggas can't even front with a GS 3 Lex
Aiyo I'm tryin to see Harlem become a Dynasty
So all my niggas shine with me
Until Jehovah come and say it's time for me
Screw fare cause I won't be around on new years
So I chill with out a deal still rock the Wu-wear
I'll do whatever to help Harlem have they rulin era
I'll have the loot forever drivin Benz coops and better
Hard to hit got a garage full of whips
Large and rich like the cats from the Godfather's flick
I make dough stay low take those 8 O's
To yeah yo in case those cato's do favo's
My shorty Audrey had the mean 740
We had an orgy she wanted to leave her husband for me
I make cash put it straight in the stash
Never smoke lame cats that want the 8 and a half
I know some short hoes that snort O's and import O's
And sport gold with more ice than the North Pole
So hand them chips to large management
Got plans to get the land and the six
Mecca to the floor like no man you met before
Sexin you roar like hoes from Ecuador
My bitch be the bomb with the whips and charms
Slip a mickey in your Don for fuckin with nicky bonds
Nigga I'm rich yo for flip we hold chips
Rock gold and glits on the Motorola flip
Even your daughter wanna be my camportor
Spendin cheese like water whippin 3 and a quarter
The whole shebang you know how Mase be throwin game
Getting head from bitches and don't even know they name
I know cats that hold plat they gold ac got stole back by low jacks
Them niggas ain't never get they dough back
And if you wasn't statin them greenies you probably seen me
I'm Murder a.k.a. Mr. Mussolini
Yo Killa Cam you know my mellow my nigga
Get on the mic and squeeze them emcee triggers
BLOOOOWWWW
[Killa Kam:]
These girls got me laughin
Out here actin like they gattin
But we make cash and stash then we out
Some do follow but they hollow
It's about today fuck tomorrow
And I ain't got no sorrow for these snitches
Only thugs go out in these drenches
While I'm out fuckin new r and b bitches
I know at least 3 chics I get for they g bricks
Turn they little ass out shine up on they remix
Drivin in they B6 all decked out
Missin all they shows cause I got em stressed out
Aiyo I'm tryin to duck a 2 to 6 for movin bricks
And luprids chic aiyo you got to be stupid bitch
They the one that give the cash give the ass
Can't count how many chics I gassed
They be like your supposed to care for me
I ain't believing that for the ghost of me
Masturbatin to Jodeci
But as soon as I get her hit her split her
Make her ass shine like glitter
Ky starts to shitter
And they want the dick give em a taste so they squirm
I make sure they learn with a taste full of sperm
And I lick the clitty not the shitty
But quickly get busy not to picky you don't got to be jiggy
It's 550 and I fuck a hoe till she come
She try to act aight like she don't know what she done
Now she got amnesia and you know how that hunny goes
Don't sweat it nigga laugh at them funny hoes
Aiyo I let they mother know
That I ain't they lover though
Soon as I bust a nut I'm on the phone with another hoe
[McGruff:]
Yo, yea, it all started as a drug game
I used mug for fame and put slugs in dames to get my thugged name
And so I started sniping fast, when niggas see me they got hype and dash, because I'm out to get sum type of cash
Ayo I wanna see my cash flow
Instead u gotta last yo, I watch my halves grow so I can stash dough
And if a nigga wat to start with me, he know he don't want no parts of me
I bring my squad with me and slit your arteries
I only bump a Smith & Stress, when I blast my Smith & Wess, ripped and get bless, they lifted from the scess nigga
While my peoples selling weed and drugs
I defeated thugs, and heated slugs, if a nigga front I street his mug
In fact, I keep a hundred hoes, & I only run with those that thunderblow, hidden in they underclothes nigga
And niggas know I roll with Murda Mase
We're known to hurt and waste, alert your race, and when we do desert the place
Now they got my ass in bars, for fifty little slash and scars
And with the dimes plus, the cash, and cars
If u pose to threat & flee
You beta b in my pedigree
Or on the floor is where your head'll be
Me & my peeps show the streets and holding heats
We rolling deep, in Lexus coupes and stolen jeeps, check it
My snick has let off, the pounds of gloccs, cops hear the sound of shots, around the block, patrolling shit around the clock
And I'm a keep peeling guns, till I'm feeling funds, and once the deal is done
I'm guaranteed to be 4-wheelin, son
And it's my dream Black
To see my team stack
By selling fiends smack
To get the green back & push the mean Acs. (Acuras)
And the word I give is not conservative; growing up an urban kid I realized we need the Earth to Live
And being trouble boo, we let a couple loose, from the double-deuce
Leaving trails of fellas from your bubble-goose
Stay on da low yo
Cause Po-Po be acting loco, & robo,
Dats why I keep the Fo-Fo (44 mag. gun)
Yea
[Killa Cam:]
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 ices, 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, 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 niggas 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, without 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
Niggas done got me thru though
You know Uptown my papi chulos
84' they used to roc munudos
Up in the sheist is where they be starting the fights
And the Dominican Republic know it's the Washington Heights
Disregarding your rights
That's where they slammed a cop, grams were popped, my fam was spot
When we get the rocks, a hundred grams we copped
So here, we demand our props
Handle blocks, Neva sham no shops
Scam no blocks for their whole fifty-granded knots
Nobody, runs mine 5/O was one time, from gun crimes, get scum dimes, stay low till the sunshine
Ain't trying to be no suspect, from when we was drug net
With tough necks, and buff sex, who thought they were ruff necks
So get ready the car, you won't get far
I pop my trunk faster, don't make me flex on you ghetto-style like Funkmaster
[Murda Mase:]
Yea nigga
Yo you know me l be O.T., low key, icy rolly, Murda on the O-Z
Or icy Rolex fuck it I'm a bring from the top yea nigga we gon drop
Just like fuck dat, get me anything, we can drop to anything, anything
Yo, yo I represent dem niggas dat be dogging dem tricks so if you's a real man don't be hogging your bitch
Get to sex, den kick her out like your ex, she wouldn't fuck with you if you didn't have the Lex
It makes no sense how hoes live getting bent, fucking in the house where they man pay the rent
So if you got a sexy hoe, let her go, you never know, for the cheddar yo, she might be giving head for dough
I flip stacks... get that... Big Black 96' Ac, and then go to my ex's house and ask for all my shit back
You used to mean a lot, I give you cream to shop, bout you everything you got, from the jeans to the watch
I even let the bitch whip the Beamer out the lot, and dats all over, I want my things in the box
You think you so slick but I see through ya'll dats why I tell my man Cam to bring the U-Haul
Who need ya, you don't need me, I don't need you either
Dats why my next Lex gon be a 2-seater
Shit I used to do for you, had you looking beautiful, now you saying fuck me, now I'm feeling mutual
How you expect me to respect you... when you in the club looking sexual, doing shit my ex do
You know I peeped ya, all you do is smoke reefa, when I go O.T., you always blowing up my beeper
Never be da King, have my only queen, on the beach in g-strings letting niggas see things
We ain't together, don't worry bout who seeing my cheddar, you never called to see how I'm doing... you worried bout who I'm screwing
Thought you dissed me, but you got dissed in the end... now I'm twisting your friend and driving the biggest Benz
Since the day I left, you always stayed I debt,.. now you got to save your check, just to get a Arivex
Through it all, yo I'm a still go to the mall, and trick, on another bitch, to show you I don't love you bitch.
[Killa Cam:]
Ayo we's about to rush dis, cats I will justice, racks... yea we crushed it, gats... yea we bust it...
You got me... I'm every Boricuas' papi... without the Versace... girls still clock me, and watch me
5-O always trying to knock me and lock me, but they know that they can't stop me
For fact the... check me, rolling in the sexy, 400 SE, jet black Lexi
Edible, Sexable, running from these federals, catch me... they never will
Cam too incredible, respectable, pad lock, dag cops, mad rocks, from mad blocks, gat cock, now we get mad props
Creamy, white girls saying that I'm dreamy, in they bikini, claiming they wanna see me
Used to roc a beanie, me and Mussolini, bought a ta-sheeny, when it came from the greenies
Mudshed, when I'm in the Beamer with Bloodshed, ride right past Jakes, go get our ass ate
From tookers, hookers, yea they some lookers, but when it's time to pay they gon say they shook us
Like Sandra, Conda, 4 pairs of Farmers, and mad ganja, took her Elantra
On my dick, ain't another bitch fonder, but I wear two hats I don't wanna catch the "Monster"!
[Bloodshed:]
Yo
I run with "Wildcats" like "Villanova"
Y'all smoke cracks and kill Jehovah before you bump into this villain sober
Causing the controversy that niggaz be illin' over
That have the children who be chillin' in your buildin' killin'
My skills is priceless like 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'll have you under pressure like a trial 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 chests get going
Plus my tech be blowing so hard it leaves vest and large intestines showin'
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 hustlas with integaras and cellular
And 1-80 scars across their jaws and their jugulars
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