Children of the Corn Stretch and Bobbito Freestyle 1996 [FULL]
Cam’ron
Children of the Corn Stretch and Bobbito Freestyle 1996 [FULL]
{Airplay? beat drops in} [Bobbito] Can I get my sneakers back? Hahahaha This is the Stretch Armstrong SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW DJ Eclipse on the wheels My man Big L, wassup baby?
[Big L] Yeah what up, what up, what up Just chillin' and shit
[Bobbito] Aiight, brought a couple of ya heads down
[Big L] Yeah yeah
[Bobbito] As usual
[Big L] No doubt My man Gruff ain't show up tho, you knowhatimsayin? Big up to Gruff, Mike Boogie, Trooper J, Thadius You knowhatimsayin? Next time, make it, word up [Bobbito] What happened? They- they Missin' In Action?
[Big L] Yeah, they Missin' In Action Word up But I still brought the Harlem Dynasty here Word up, we're gon' do it
[Bobbito] The Harlem Dynasty?
[Big L] Yeah
[Bobbito] Children of the Corn
[Big L] Children of the Corn; C.O.C Yeah yeah
[Bobbito] 8 Iz Enuff
[Big L] No doubt [Bobbito] Might have to do another write up in Rap Pages about this one
[Big L] Yeah yeah
[Bobbito] Last one was classic man
[Big L] Yeah we got some shit, we got some shit-
[Bobbito] Last one was classic
[Big L] Oh yeah, no doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no doubt
[Bobbito] Last one was a classic
[Big L] Aiight, word up
[Bobbito] And then you brought up Jay-Z [Big L] Yeah yeah
[Bobbito] You know you had some classic- yeah classic- Well this is a classic night actually anyway because
[Big L] Aiight
[Bobbito] If you didn't hear before, this our last broadcast out of- out of Ferris Booth Hall We're movin' to Riverside Church next week
[Big L] Aiight
[Bobbito] So uhh, actually we're not gonna be having guests for a while, so
[Big L] Aiight
[Bobbito] We're gonna try and go out of this building with a bang
[Big L] No doubt, no doubt
[Bobbito] So without further ado, I don't really wanna talk too much 'Cause I know the microphone-
[Big L] Yeah yeah
[Bobbito] -is on
[Big L] Aiight
[Bobbito] And that's my word is bond
{Motherless Child beat drops in}
[Big L] Yeah, yeah, yeah we gon' drop some shit like this Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out
[Bloodshed] Big L
[Big L] Yo check it
[Verse 1 - Big L] Yo, here's another smooth song, so get your groove on Violate or try to fake jacks and you'll get moved on Peace to all my n***as with the thousand-dollar jewels on Pushin' rides with floor-length minks with gator shoes on I'm known for rockin' tours, picture me moppin' floors Only fuck with ki's and not the kind that be lockin' doors The type of n***a that be gamin' yo 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 booty groupie, need a fruity cutie hoochie with lots of lucci This goes out to my n***as 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 (BIG L) My cashflow don't get low it just increase Whoever try to take mines a Rest In Peace I keep a stone look, peace to every known crook Not those who go to jail and can't hold they own and come home shook On 139 & Lenox n***as 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 Giuli' like a woolie I keep a toolie for any moolie who act fooly What I recite be takin' hours to write So if you bite, just tell yo man what kind of flowers you like So Bloodshed, ayo my, mellow my n***a (yo) Yo, get on the mic and pull the MC trigger
[Verse 2 - Bloodshed] Yo, Blood's out for presidents When I roll through your residents You're hesitant; is it because you know that I represents Harlem, USA n***a?! It ain't nothin' to say or do Fuck around, I'll slay your crew Your baby, boo and maybe you 'Cause we dismiss crews Me and these six dudes Front and I'll leave your clique bruised And take your thick jewels straight to the pawn shop My dome just blast like a bomb dropped My n***as I ran through With n***as I ain't And n***as I planned to That's word to Gran du', bitch I'll leave you broke-r than a faggot's wrist I'll leave your maggot twist And send you to a maggot-tress To get your maggot fixed So if, n***as wanna bring the drama on Killa and Blood the best duo since Ralph Sampson and Olajuwon In the 600 with mo-mos Blunted friends with .44s Po-pos pullin' a n***a over like they loco Maybe it's just my time, horse Or is it just 'cause I'm the crime boss And swines is mad, 'cause every dime costs Blood's the bad influence that you proud of (WOOO) Wettin' n***as up like showers Sellin' crack, smack and powders (yeah) Jewels gigantic; ice flooded like the Titanic Cash expandin', flashin' four grand and stash it in ceramic And keep it in my crime family Glaciars of ice 'cause life ain't nothin' but papers and dice and frontin' I used to profit slower-ly (OH) N***as ain't know of me Plus, none of the older Gs Ever thought I would grow to be The cash gettin', math flippin' Soakin' in a bath while ass strippin' Gettin' blast' thinkin' of past victims (Rochelle) I know it ain't hard to see, sonny This nino, inside the 320 Killa, new jacks and G money Mase Murda on my left
[Murda Mase] Yeah, turn me up Turn me up
[Bloodshed] What you gonna do? Kill this shit to fuckin' death
[Murda Mase] Turn me up, Bobbito Yo, turn me up
[Bobbito] There's a knob right underneath the table
[Murda Mase] Yo, turn me up, yo I'm about to flow Yeah, turn me up, yo
[Verse 3 - Murda Mase] Ayo, fuck wearin' the fly shit Versace wear (Versace wear) Real n***as dress in Guess; that's who got me here And in the summer I drink a Perrier Listen in Mary J, even when it's a heatwave We still smoke erryday (erryday) Sit with men Puff a spliff and then Start to visionin' Me wearin' ice, the Rollie watch is made in Switzerland My migo chicko tryna see mo' c-notes So when he go, his kids have cheddar like Doritos Be set, every month they can see cheques My n***as; them even fuck with a GS3 Lex (yeah) Yo, I'm tryna see Harlem become a dynasty (Dynasty) So my clique can shine with me (shine with me) Should Jahova come and say a time for me (what) Crew fair, but I won't be around for New Year So I chill, without a deal, still rock the Wu Wear And do whatever, to help Harlem have they rulin' era And have the loot forever Drivin' six coupes and better (Murda Mase) Hard to hit; got a garage full of whips (Yeah) Large and rich like them cats from The Godfather flicks (THE GODFATHER FLICKS, WHAT) I make dough Stay low Take those Ados (ADOS) For yayo (WHAT) Pace those (THOSE) Cados (WHAT) We pay rolls (WOOO) My shortie; Audrey had the mean 740 (740) The more we had a orgy Want to leave her husband for me (FOR ME) I make the cash (CASH) Put it straight in the stash (STASH) Never smoke laced hash And wonder eight and a half (EIGHT AND A HALF) I know some short hoes that snort Os in them porthole And sport gold with more ice than the North Pole (THAN THE NORTH POLE) So hand them chips to Norge management I got plans to get the land and the 6 Mecca to the floor like no man you met before Sexin' you raw like hoes from Ecuador My bitch be the bomb With the wits and charm Slip a mickey in your don for fuckin' with Nicky Barnes (WITH NICKY BARNES, N***A) We sold bricks, dough or flip, we hold chips Rock gold and glitz on the Motorola flip Even my daughter, wanna be my Kim Porter Spendin' cheese like water Whippin' 3 and a quarter (WHIPPIN' 3 AND A QUARTER) The whole shabang You know how Mase be doin' game Gettin' head from bitches and don't even know they name (you know what time it is n***a) I know cats That hold plaques Their gold ak' Got stole back By low jack (BY LOW JACK) Them n***as ain't never gettin' dough back (FUCK 'EM N***A) And if you was upstate in the greenies, you probably seen me I'm Murda aka Mr. Mussolini So Killa Kam, you know my mellow, my n***a (my n***a) Just get on the mic and squeeze the emcee trigger BLAOW!
[Killa Kam] Let me stop this real quick before I even, rhyme you knowhatimsayin? Word to mother, b Nobody could really even fuck with us, b I'm Killa Kam muthafucka From the East side My way uptown, peace, shoutout to my man Jesus My man Letho, these whole C.O.C. n***as, you knowhatimsayin? And I'm about to drop some real shit for y'all n***as, b And I'mma tell y'all n***as just like this Check it out Check it like this
[Verse 4 - Killa Kam] Yo, these girls got me laughin' Out here actin' like they gassin' But we make cash then, stash our muchalo Some do follow, but they hollow It's about today; fuck tomorrow And I ain't got no sorrow For these snitches Only thugs guardin' these riches My mouth fuckin' new RnB bitches I know at least 3 chicks I get for they G bricks Turn they little ass out, shine on they remix Drivin' in they V6, all decked out Missin' all they shows 'cause I got 'em stressed out And I'm tryna duck a 2-6, from boostin' bricks And loot for tricks? Ayo, you got to be stupid bitch They the ones we get for cash Dick & dash; stick & pass Can't count how many chicks I've gassed They be like "Cam, propose to me!" Woah, it's me, I ain't dreamin' that they close to me Masturbatin' to Jodeci But soon as I get her; hit her, split her When ass shine like glitter; KY inside the shitter And they want the dick, give 'em a taste so they squirm Leave 'em Mase so they learn, with a face full of sperm And I lick the clitty, not the shitty (HAHAHAHA) But quickly, get busy Not too picky, don't got to be jiggy Just buy a fifty and I'll fuck a hoe 'til she cum Now she try to act high like she don't know what she done Now she got amnesia, but you know how that honey goes Don't sweat it n***a, laugh at them funny hoes! (HAHAHAHA) 'Cause I let they mother know, "I ain't they lover tho" Soon as I bust a nut, I'm on the phone with another hoe You knowhatimsayin? That's how we do that shit
[Beef Tha Thief] Yeah, yeah, yeah Turn me up a little Bobbito Turn me up a little bit
[Killa Kam] Yeah, turn my man Beef up
[Beef Tha Thief] This Beef Tha Thief
[Bobbito] There's a knob- there's a knob underneath the- the table
[Killa Kam] You knowhatimsayin? C.O.C. n***as Uptown n***as
[Beef Tha Thief] 1, 2
[Killa Kam] What n***a?!
[Bloodshed] Big L!
[Killa Kam] What n***as?! What n***a?! N***as can't fuck with us, Beef Drop that shit, baby Drop that shit, baby
[Beef Tha Thief] 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2
[Killa Kam] Drop that shit, baby Drop that shit, baby
[Beef Tha Thief] This Beef Tha Thief from B.B.O Word up
[Killa Kam] Word up
[Beef Tha Thief] Check it, check it
[Killa Kam] Rhyme again after this too, word up
[Beef Tha Thief] Yeah check it Yeah, yo, yeah
[Verse 5 - Beef Tha Thief] It all started as a drug game I used to mug for fame And put slugs in dames To get my thuggin' name And so I started snipin' fast When n***as see me, they get hype and dash (WHAT) Because I'm out to get some type of cash (AIIGHT) And yo I want to see my cashflow In this ghetto you gotta last, yo I watch my hash grow So I can stash dough And if a n***a wanna start with me He know he don't want no parts of me I'll bring my squad with me And slit your arteries (YEAH) I only puff the spliff for stress When I blast my Smith-N-Wess' Riff and get blessed Stay lifted from the sess, n***a While my peoples sellin' weed and drugs I defeated thugs With heat and slugs If a n***a front, I greet his mug (YEAH) In fact, I keep a hundred hoes And I only run with those With thunder blows Hidden in they underclothes, n***a And n***as know I roll with Murda Mase We known to hurt and waste Alert your race And when we do; desert the place Now they got my ass in bars (What?) With 50 little slashin' scars (SCARS) It was for dimes, plus the cash in cars (YEAH) If you pose a threat and flee You better be in my pedigree (PEDIGREE) Or on the floor's where your head'll be (HEAD'LL BE) Me and my peeps just sold in streets and holdin' heats (HEATS) We rollin' deep (DEEP) In Lexus Coupes and stolen Jeeps, check it (JEEPS) Most n***as let off the pounds and Glocks Cops hear the sounds of shots Surround the block Controllin' shit around the clock And I'mma keep peelin' guns Until I'm feelin' funds And once the deal is done I'm guarunteed to be four-wheelin' son And it's my dream, black To see my team stack By sellin' fiends cracks To get the green back And push the mean aks And the word I give Is not conservative Growin' up a urban kid I realised we need the herb to live And be in trouble use We let a couple loose From the double-deuce (DOUBLE-DEUCE) Leavin' shells and feathers from your bubble goose Stay on the low yo 'cause po-po Be actin' loco and robo that's why I keep the .44 Yeah, Beef Tha Thief from B.B.O
[Killa Kam] Yeah, you knowhatimsayin? Yo fuck this, this Killa Kam again
[Beef Tha Thief] Yeah
[Bobbito] B.B.O. Enterprises
[Killa Kam] You knowhatimsayin? Fuck that
[Beef Tha Thief] No doubt
[Killa Kam] I'm about to rhyme again n***a C.O.C. n***a, C.O.C. n***a And this Killa Kam I'm about to tell you how this shit go down, baby One more time Now check it
[Verse 6 - Killa Kam] I went to Texas; lethal Caught wreck with people Who have been checked and infected with evil (KAM HIT HER) Cherished regal, favourite bird; Desert Eagle Killa slices, colder than ISIS; one of the trifest (NICEST) Hype as the shysters, y'all run like mices in a crisis You never hear nobody did me in I be in Lebannon with the Libyans (what) Islands that's Carribean (yeah) I ain't no fuckin' Shabba y'all I got money piles tall Sellin' big, thousand all Crack, smack, Tylenol 'Cause all I got is fat options On 31's is what I wrap rocks in (WRAP ROCKS IN) In '89 when I was slapboxing (SLAPBOXING) Now blocks; I'm padlockin' (PADLOCKIN') And gat cockin', and cap poppin' Doin' drive-bys out the black Datsun (BLACK DATSUN) I ain't little, but viscious Guns; no misses Ya feel me, kisses and wishes (*MWAH*) 'Fore I break you up like dishes (BREAK 'EM DOWN KILLA) Fuck the bosses My force is and toss is (WHAT) To kill all your sources (WHAT) Y'all n***as best be cautious (YEAH) No losses, my fortress Is Jaguars and Porsches (KILLA KAM WHAT!) Ride the OTB to check my money on the horses (uh) My office is flawless (C.O.C. n***a) My block; one of the broadest Off the main attraction for them whiney-ass tourists But I torches and scorches Without no remorses Leave they bloody body to be found in Mount Morris Harlem leave 'em scoreless I'll shoot ya bitch and leave you broad-less So if you want, we can start the static like a cordless (Yeah n***a) N***as that got me through tho You know uptown my Papi Chulos '84 they used to rock Menudo (WHAT) Up in they sight where they be startin' them fights And them Dominican Republic known as Washington Heights 'Til you guard and you're fright' That's where they slam the cops (EASTSIDE N***A) Grand from Pap'; my fam would spot (WHAT) Helped me get the rocks; hundred grams we copped (WOOOOO) So here; we demand our props Handle blocks, never shammed no shots Scammed they blocks for they whole fifty grand and knots Nobody runs my '5-0 and run' time From gun crimes 'cause scum dimes Lay low 'til the sun shine Ain't tryna be no suspect From when me and Gruff met We tough decks and bluff sets That thought they was roughnecks So further your car, you won't get far; pop my trunk faster Don't make me Flex on you ghetto style like Funkmaster
[Murda Mase] Yeah n***a Yo, you know me I be O-T low-key (LOW-KEY) Icy Rollie, puff on the oz. (MURDA, WHAT MURDA) Icy Rolex, fuck it (YEAH) I'mma bring it from the top Yeah n***a, we gon' drop Just like {Men vs. Many beat drops in} Fuck that, gimme anything (anything) We can drop anything (yeah, we gon' drop) Anything, yo
[Verse 7 - Murda Mase] Ayo, I represent them n***as that be doggin' them tricks (TRICKS) So if you's a real man, don't be hoggin' yo bitch (YO BITCH) Get the sex, (SEX) then kick her out like your ex (YOUR EX) She wouldn't fuck wit' you if you didn't have the Lex' (DIDN'T HAVE THE LEX') It make no sense how hoes lamp gettin' bent (BENT) Fuckin' in the house where they man pay the rent (PAY THE RENT) So if you got sexy hoe, let her go, you never know (YOU NEVER KNOW) For the cheddar, yo, she might be givin' head for dough (WOOO) I flip stacks and get that, big black '96 ak ('96 AK) Then go to my ex' house and ask for all my shit back (ASK FOR ALL MY SHIT BACK) You used to mean a lot I gave you cream to shop Bought you everything you got From yo jeans to the watch (WOOO) I even let the bitch whip the beamer out the lot And now it's all over, want my things in the box (BOX) You think you're so slick, but I see through y'all That's why I tell my man Kam to bring the U-Haul (BRING THE U-HAUL, I GOTCHU) Who need you? (NEED YA?) Y'all don't need me, I don't need you neither (FUCK HER) That's why my next Lex' gon' be a two-seater (GON' BE A TWO-SEATER) Shit I used to do for you Had you lookin' beautiful But now you sayin' fuck me So now I'm feelin' mutual (yeah) How you expect me to respect you When you in the club lookin' sexual Doin' shit my ex do (yeah) You know I peeped ya All you do is smoke reefer (SMOKE REEFER) When I go O-T, you always blowin' up my beeper (FUCK THAT BITCH) I'mma be the King Have my only Queen On the beach, in g-string Lettin' n***as see things We ain't together (TOGETHER) Don't worry about who's seein' my cheddar You never call to see how I'm doin' You worried about who I'm screwin' (FUCK THAT BITCH) You thought you dissed me, but you got dissed in the end Now I'm twistin' your friends and drivin' the biggest Benz Since the day I left you always stayed in debt Now you got to save your cheques just to get a Avirex (HAHAHA BUM BITCH) Do it all? Yo, I'mma still go to the mall And trick on another chick to show you I don't love you bitch
[Verse 8 - Killa Kam] Yo, we's about to rush this (uh) Cats out for justice (what) Cracks; yeah we crush this Gats; yeah we bust this You got me, I'm every bodiqua's papi Without the Versace Girls still clock me And watch me 5-0; always tryna knock me, they lock me But they know that they can't stop me Perfect-y, check me Rollin' in a sexy, 400 SE jet-black Lexy Edible Sex-able Runnin' from these federals Catch me; they never will Kam too incredible, respectable Pad locked Dead cops Mad rocks From mad blocks Gat-cocked Now we get mad props Treamy White girl's sayin' that I'm dreamy In they bikini Claim they wanna see me Used to rock a beanie Me and Mussolini (WHAT) Bought up Tashinis When he came from the greenies (ah) Mugs shed When I'm in the beamer with Bloodshed (BLOODSHED) Ride right past jake Go get our ass ate From tuchus, hookers Yeah, they some lookers But when it's time to pay They gon' say they shook us Like Sandra, conned her For a pair of farmers And mad ganja Took her alantra (ALANTRA) On my dick Ain't another bitch fonder (FONDER) But I wear two hats (ha) I don't wanna catch the monster (THE MONSTER) Knowhatimsayin?
[Bloodshed] Knowhatimsayin?
[Killa Kam] That's Killa Kam and that's my last time for tonight
[Bloodshed] Yo, yo Check it out Check it out
[Killa Kam] It's my cous- Watch my cousin Bloodshed
[Bobbito] Bloodshed'll wrap it up
[Killa Kam] This the fam-alam
[Bloodshed] Wrap it up Wrap it up, yo
[Verse 9 - Bloodshed] Yo, I run with wild cats like Villa Nova You'll smoke cracks and kill Jahova 'Fore you bump into this villain sober Causin' the controversy that n***as be illin' over Then have the children who be chillin' in your building killin' My skills is priceless like hidden scriptures from Hitler And if I'm out to get ya Give your mom's a picture 'cause she'll miss ya I roll with sniffers that annihilate So if you try and violate I'll have you under pressure like a trial date Even if you tried, you couldn't get with it The last n***a that died was crucified with his shit splitted I pour the bless so all the sess can go in Plus my tec be blowin' so hard it leave fast and large intestines showin' God got beef to go ahead, try and set it But don't act sweetie You'll get beat 'cause I can't stand you like a diabetic Peace to hustlers With integer-ers and cellulars And 180 scars across they jaws and they jugulars Bloodshed C.O.C
[Murda Mase] Yo yo yo
[Bobbito] Bloodshed
[Murda Mase] Yo, my man Killa Kam in this bitch
[Killa Kam] No doubt
[Murda Mase] C.O.C., what y'all n***as want? Bags in this bitch
[Killa Kam] Lenox Ave
[Murda Mase] Got my n***as B.B.O
[Killa Kam] Uptown
[Big L] Yeah yeah
[Murda Mase] NFL for life n***a
[Killa Kam] B.B.O. NFL C.O.C
[Murda Mase] My man Mase up in here
[Big L] Yeah yeah
[Killa Kam] Knowhatimsayin?
[Murda Mase] Killa Kam, Jesus Eat yours
[Killa Kam] My man Big Rich
[Murda Mase] Super Sam My n***a Cool da Black Threat
[SUPER SAM] SUPER SAM
[Killa Kam] You knowhatimsayin?
[Murda Mase] My man Letho, Beef Tha Thief White Bread
[Big L] 139 & Lenox; The Danger Zone
[Murda Mase] 139 & Lenox Harlem on the rise, n***a Y'all n***as want it
[Bobbito] Alright brothers
[Murda Mase] Y'all can get it
[Big L] Ayo yo yo yo I can't forget my n***a Big Twan either
[Murda Mase] Even assume these schools, fuck it!
[Big L] Ayo give a n***a a call Twan, word up Yo, I can't forget my man Buddah Bless Word up the whole Harlem, one love
[Bobbito] There it is B.B.O. Enterprises
[Big L] Diggin' in the Crates One love
[Bobbito] D.I.T.C Alright, this is The DJ Stretch Armstrong Show My man DJ Eclipse is on the wheels He got a lot more joints for you So we gon' get back into the music My name is Kool Bob Love We slidin' into 5 o'clock in the a.m As always and thursday nights From 9-9:30, right here on the same station You can catch 'On The Fence', a basketball talkshow And, uh, you know it's not only a talkshow You hear- play a little hip-hop joints every once and a while Demos, and uh, you know, some good soul stuff So tune in, thursday nights from 9-9:30 Right now you hear The DJ Stretch Armstrong Show Aaand, again just with the announcements Tuesday night at the West End Gate The Juggernauts and Arsonist Will both be performing Showcase starts at 9 o'clock There'll be music, and all types of good stuff West End Gate's on 113th and Broadway And we gon' get back One L