Children Of The Corn - Biscuits & Bangers lyrics

[Cam'Ron] Harlem, more than average n***az selling tablets for cabbage The habbits more lavage the savage Inside the Land rental, y'all know what y'all ran into Cam's mental, broke this man's dental Up in Grand Central, we sell cracks for cash makes no difference Moving coke by the shipments, cause Digga need this equiptment I stole grams from a foes land, make sure my doughs ran b**h I never hold hands, time waits for no man 5-0 not fond of me, cause I'm onerary, they honor me What the wanna see, racketeering, and laundering Now I got the E from jake, me and Blood deceased the fake Man you should've seen some bake, drive out the 318 It was no hypnosis, just a few witnesses But they'll mind their businesses cause they know who sh** this is Ands went? with kis, but don't even mind the Ds Smoke to keep my mind at ease, but know when it's time to squeeze Never hurry, bullets flurry, got my own mother worried Coming up to me with her vision blurry She said "Cam, I know you stole for the bread But I'm scared you'll wear a sheet with a hole in your head" Just hold the dough cause when I perish You'll be pa**ed Mount Everest, sippin Mo on your terrace Cause that's how it go when you dealing with a strangler Girls, the misters, and haters, fellons biscuits and bangers [Chorus] They got luccis, they got doozies They got fluzzis shooting uzis They got lawyers, and they doctors Plus the coppers chasing robbers For the cheese grab your heat Cause there's trouble in the street For the girls they all hate, for the fellas, biscuits and bangers [Bloodshed] I used to sell rocks, avoided cellblocks Wearing shell tops, shell shocked, sells for 12 blocks Cause n***az bell hops yo, cause I reside inside a rough place Not even a thug safe, f** around y'all wind up with your mug laced I wind up in a gun chase, victim of the drug lace I had to plug a guy in cause he said I sold his little son base I got the cash, ask the fiends, can't pa** up I'm past bad luck, they mad stuck Quick fast to blast they a**, what? You best to come deep homes, cause Blood got the streets sown Front and get the heat chrome, pressed up on your cheekbone And get your beef blown, yo, you better get the troops and power h*mocide and dentists, using 12 guages for root can*ls and Your wife called cops and said yo "Blood hara**ed me" I caught her in the bed with Bla**ie and beat her f**ing a** G Then I beat they brains in with two chains f** around get you, your mom duke and your crew slain You're PUTANG, my right hooks leaving swollen jaws I be toten fours, smoking raws, with no license in stolen cars When your walk through Harlem, best be prepared for strangers Cause most of them is stranglers, cause it's bullets, biscuits and bangers n***a [Chorus] They got luccis, they got doozies They got fluzzis shooting uzis They got lawyers, and they doctors Plus the coppers chasing robbers For the cheese grab your heat Cause there's trouble in the street For the girls they all hate, for the fellas, biscuits and bangers [Cam'Ron] Now I was in the boogie down getting some a** I got a beep from my block, had to split so I dashed And the k**ah ain't been around the way for two days I called my man 4-0 the green Grand from the ways When I got to my block, if I wasn't in shock Then I was cause I found out my cousin got shot They said yo "It was concerning, the germans, they came through Blazing, and burning, left Blood squirming A line blast out, but he got his a** out Then Capone came in the Grand and drove him to the stash house" Now I run into the house with the tool in my hand Tried to do in my man, f**ing ruined our plan When I get in the first, tears start to burst Cause I see a trail of blood thinking the worst Flowers, casket, hearse, but nah, all I seen was his left leg split Dude Capone working on him with the First Aid kit And they told me the scoop on this wild a** please It was just a graze, in and out his leg But they came through dead nasty, it was Fred Bla**ie Crew shot sh** up quick and then fled fastly Now I'm thinking - over dough or dice? Come to find out this is all about his hoeing a** wife And n***az always pulling guns quick over some chick Motherf**er that's that some dumb sh**, but yo this ain't done with Cause lifestyle, quite foul, lord? to my sight now Turn them germans into ashes Harlem Night style And that's how it goes when you dealing with stranglers Girls, the misters and haters, felons biscuits and bangers