CHILDREN OF THE CORN - Harlem U.S.A. 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

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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-ion

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

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