Ma$e - The Corn (Get Wit It) lyrics

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Ma$e - The Corn (Get Wit It) lyrics

[Production by Darrell "Digga" Branch] [Intro] Girl: I saw the corn Reporter: Okay, cut it! What is all this sh** about the corn... [Bloodshed] Yeah, yeah Bloodshed My n***a Mase Murder, the deal Big L, k**a Cam Tell 'em where you been k**a [k**a Cam] I went to Texas lethal, caught wreck with people Who have injected infected needles, [?] several people Favorite birds the desert eagle, k**a slices Colder then ice is, 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 f**ing 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 rocks in In '89 when I was slap boxing, now I box on padlocking And gat co*king and gat poppin', doing drive bys out the black Datsun I ain't little but vicious, guns no misses You feel me, kisses or wishes, before I break you up like dishes f** your bosses, my forces, endorse this To k** all your sources y'all n***as best be cautious No losses my fortress, is Jaguars and Porsches Ride to OTB to check my money on the horses My who*es is flawless, my block one of the broadest Off the main attraction for them whitey a** tourist Then I torch this and scorch this, with out no remorse's Leave their bloody body to be found in Mount Morris Harlem leave 'em scoreless, I shoot your b**h and leave you broad less So if you want we can start the static like a cordless [Murda Mase] I only dress In what I'm blessed with Nautica and Guess sh**, connected With G's, cross the country that respect it [??], while in each state, me and my peep's waste D's while they F-E-D's , be trying to keep Mase Good thing a police take, only seen my D's face I'm running from civilians with a million in my briefcase Navigate, pa**ed state, with half a cake Their's cash to make, my continents in any placid lake Blast holes for Gs, and G's is what my chest holds So much ice on my neck, I might catch a chest cold Vexed are varyin', I'm known to scare vary' man When I bring beef n***as like be vegetarians Tell your man in the BM, when the clock hits the PM He better watch his cerebrum, my people come to see him f** the drama, all my n***as bring that on the reg And infra-red beam is on your head, by time you see it y'all be dead [Bloodshed] I run with Wildcats like Villanova Y'all smoke crack and k** Jehovah Before you bump into this villain sober Causing the controversy that n***as be illing over To have the children who be chillin' in your building k**in' My sk**s is trife as hidden 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 you under pressure like a trail date Even if you tried you couldn't get with it That last n***a that tried was crucified with his sh** splitted I pull the plug so all the chest get going Cause my tech be blowing So hard it leaves vests and large intestines showing God I peeped you, go ahead and try to set it But don't act sweet, or you'll get beat, cause I can't stand it like a diabetic Peace to hustlers, with integaras and cellulars And 1-80 scars across their jaws and their jugulars

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