CHILDREN OF THE CORN

CHILDREN OF THE CORN - Hard To Get By lyrics

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[Cam'Ron]

Uh, yeah, yeah

COC the great click that rolls thick

Straight from the motherfucking corners to the studios

We got my man the six figga getter, motherfucking nigga The Digga

and my motherfucking cousin bloodshed

Aka castro

And I'm Killa Cam, motherfucking Hussien

And we gonna drop it like this, check it

[Chorus]

It's hard to get by, that's why we get high

Around my way, do or die

Oh, my, my, my [x5]

[Cam'Ron]

No excuses, it's useless

I'm ruthless, I stay fucking two chicks

Watch boost flicks, bust shots, mad acustics

The crime boss with toothpicks, cashflow and crucifix

We stick shit, producive, a COC exclusive

Cause I'm the nigga that's passed parole, carry a gat to stroll

Slapping, clapping, and wrapping for rolls

Beef fatter than Jackson Hold

Ask Nicole, slugs I shot, ate her like an entray

Her boyfriend Deandre, has no more fiancee

And y'all be fucking snoring like the Killa's boring

But one slept all this Ralph Lauren, shot him and left his mouth pouring

Then I took his skirt, Killa Cam the crook that merk

So when I'm here look alert, before y'all get shook and hurt

Revenge you on the 8th floor, that's where I used to rape whores

Busting off the cap gun, riding on the skateboard

Now all the states is carved in, all the caps and slugs

And I be rapping bugged, by slapping mugs, clapping thugs

And packing drugs, don't ask for love

I'm fucking raw chief, all you fucking whore cease

Only love you give is love taps to your jaw piece

Cause I done fucked sluts and dancers, give us the chance ta

I got bucks and answers, and I rob the city bus for Transfers

Plus I'm touching you reps, buffing your threats

One shot like Russian Roulette, when thrusting the tech

Killa Cam is real you nothing to sweet

MY crew is tight like ice to treys

Hype the blades from nights to days

I slice with blaze, triffling ways

Bombs with all type grenades, cause me and my nigga love bread

My cousin Bloodshed, the one who party out at Club Med

The ex-dust head, I'm causing complex confusion

When I'm out West I'm looting, car taking, Lexus boosting

See me, you know the techs is shooting, execution

[Chorus]

It's hard to get by, that's why we get high

Around my way, do or die

Oh, my, my, my [x5]

[Bloodshed]

In the 600 with mo-mos

Blunted friends with fo-fos

And po-pos pulling niggaz over like they loco

Maybe it's just my time Horse

Or is it because I'm the crime boss

And swines is mad that every dime cost

Blood's the bad influence that you're proud of

Wetting niggaz up like showers, selling crack, smack and powders

Jewels giganic, ice flooded like the Titanic

Cash expanded, flash for granted, stashing in seramics

And keep it in my crime family, Glaciers of Ice

Cause life ain't nothing but papers and dice just fronting

I used to prop the slower leaks, niggaz ain't notice me

All of the older gs, never thought that I would grow to be

The cash getting, crack flipping, soaking in the bath

with ass stripping, getting blast vic'in up past Vixens

I know it ain't hard to see sonny

Inside the 3-20, Killa, New Jacks for G Money

[Chorus]

It's hard to get by, that's why we get high

Around my way, do or die

Oh, my, my, my [x5]

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