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Children of the Corn - Harlem USA lyrics
[Cam'Ron]
 Now I'm off on a rendezvous, disponible
 Niggaz is comical, but I'm phenomenal
 Jiggin niggaz abdominals, and solarplexes
 I got to test I get my tech and wetcha
 No need to make no lecture cause I'm taking all the extras
 Moves my heat makes, shooting and stabbing everyone my peeps hate
 The Killa "Sweepstakes" robbing you cheap skates
 from each state, I love bitches with swollen hips
 Dice to roll on "trips" got stolen clips
 I hold and spit to get your colon split, nigga
 Cause when I get vexed, I split necks, looking around to seeing which one
 I'm hit next, I lived inside a Trip-Plex
 I used to get Wic checks, but that wasn't even my theme
 Started clapping for that cream, robbing Tavern on the Green
 To get away parolers with my soldiers, a bunch of high rollers
 that throw boulders, shooting women that push the strollers
 And that's the way that the baddest act, matter fact
 where the fuck my gat is at? I live for drugs and rat-tat-tat
 [Chorus: repeat 2X]
 It don't matter what you do or say
 We capping you, kilo capital, Harlem (Uptown) USA
 [Bloodshed]
 From here to Mexico, I clean up, like "The Professional"
 Blessing you, with hollow point joints inside your ventrical
 I rap exceptional, captivate you like I have to hate you
 Deactivate you from your brain then decapitate you
 Then the coroners dispute, I toss fellas
 Fuck Red and Blue I step to gang members wearing "Cross Colors"
 So stpe to this thirst from first Ave
 Get your mother's purse grab, my shooty got more bodies
 then a hearse have
 I'm leaving niggaz thicker than the resevoir
 So if you stressing hard, I'll leave your whole fucking chest in jars
 Mics I be tearing them, from here to Maryland
 I'm known to bury men and drug mics with more dope then her-ionChildren of the Corn - Harlem USA - http://motolyrics.com/children-of-the-corn/harlem-usa-lyrics.html
 I stash cash ain't no need for flashing
 I love my techs more then sex so I guess I'm into "Heat & Passion"
 So take heed to what this thug said
 Don't find out why they call me Bloodshed or you might wind up with your mug spread
[Chorus]
 [Cam'Ron]
 I'm badgering, I stick the dagger in
 Your neck is staggering, my pistol patering is flaterring
 Your blood is splaterring, your family's gathering
 I make proposals that are murderous
 "That nigga Killa bugging notify Social Services"
 And I stuck my dick in your daughter
 Buck at the door, fucking the slore and
 Running from cops, ducking reporters
 Wetting niggaz like buckets of water
 I'll rip you down with one clip
 When my gun spit, run quick and don't come Uptown with that dumb shit
[Chorus]
 [Bloodshed]
 Aiyyo my lyrics sound ill
 I stay will a frown grill
 I'm quick to let a round spill like homey the clown film
 I smash fools like cashews
 extort jewels and cash rules
 ain't in vestes, then I just hold the weapon then blast duke
 I'll knock you out just like a sleep drug
 You think you can defeat cus?
 Well, I don't think that you can compete cause
 What this bastard write be blasting mics
 to drastic heights, I break backs in fights
 attack with knifes I jack and slice
[Chorus]












