CHILDREN OF THE CORN - Stretch & Bobbito 94' Freestyle Part 1 & 2 lyrics

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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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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"!

Yo

I run with "Wildcats" like "Villanova"

Y'all smoke crack and kill Jehovah

Before you bump into this villain sober

Causing the controversy that niggaz be illing over

To have the children who be killing, in your building killing

My skills is trife as hitting 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 'em under pressure like a trial date

Even if you tried you couldn't get with it

That last nigga that tried was crucified with his shit splitted

I pull the plug so all the chests get going

Cause my tech be blowing

So hard it leaves vest and large intestines showing

God I peeped you, go ahead and try to set it

But don't act speedy, or 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