American Dream (Final Version) Children of the Corn

[Intro: Murda Mase & Big L]
Yo, this Mase Murda, it's nothin' like this place I call home
Danger Zone
Where bullets will get placed in yo' dome
Danger Zone
Where bitch niggas ain't safe with they chromes
Danger Zone
And niggas'll stomp your face 'til you foam
Danger Zone, nigga
Uh, uh, uh, yeah
The NFL Crew and the Children of the Corn
Comin' straight from Money Maker, Manhattan
AKA Harlem, the home of the hustlers
You know how we do
Yeah

[Verse 1: Herb McGruff]
Yo, crooked corrupt criminal crime boss with cream
Cocaine hustler, blowin' out the brains of busters
Be in my mansion, chillin', inhalin' ganja smoke
Countin' mad cream, weighin' tons of coke
Guarded by thugs and Rottweilers
I flood the streets with drugs and clock dollars
Niggas get plugged when my Glock hollers
Skunk smoker, Philly and Owl ripper, Cristal sipper
I've been a Willie for a while, nigga
Gruff got hoes, the man with all the nachos
Expensive hot clothes, drop-top Rolls
East Coast, West Coast, fiends overdose
Gruff get the cream wit' my team, then I'm ghost