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Description: Lamont Coleman, known professionally as Big L, was an American rapper and songwriter. Emerging from Harlem, New York in the early to mid-1990s, Coleman became well known amongst underground hip-hop fans for his freestyling ability, and was eventually signed to Columbia Records, where, in 1995, he released his debut album, Lifestylez ov da Poor & Dangerous. On February 15, 1999, Coleman was shot nine times by an unknown assailant in East Harlem, New York, his hometown and passed away. Children of the Corn was an American hip-hop group formed in the 1993, consisting of neighborhood friends and fellow Harlem rappers Big L, Killa Cam, Murda Ma$e, Herb McGruff, and Bloodshed. The group's name is a play on words; it is short for Children of the Corner, and also references Stephen King's 1984 film of the same name. Big L was the founder as he pushed Mase and Cam'ron off the streets & into the studio, as well as Bloodshed, who was Cam'ron cousin, with the last member of the group being Herb McGruff. They released over 30 songs under the name Children of the Corn, as they tried for a record deal. They got paid any way they could, rhyming for local DJs & selling mixtapes out of their trunks. The group disbanded after the death of Bloodshed in a car crash on 3/2/97 at age 21 and the murder of Big L on 2/15/99 at age 24. Even before the group disbanded, each of the group members had pursued their solo careers. Big L was signed with Columbia, Mase with Bad Boy, Cam'ron with Epic and McGruff with Uptown Records. [Verse 1 - McGruff] Crooked corrupted criminal crime boss with cream Cocaine hustler, blowing out the brains of busters Be in my mansion chillin', inhalin' the ganja smoke Counting mad cream, weighin' tons of coke Guarded by thugs & Rottweilers I flood the streets with drugs and clock dollars Niggas get plugged when my Glock hollers Skunk smokers, Philly and Owl ripper Cristal sipper, I've been a willy for a while nigga 'Gruff got hoes, the man with all the nachos Expensive hot clothes, drop top Rolls East coast, West coast, fiends overdose 'Gruff get the cream with my team and I'm ghost [Verse 2 - Ma$e] This money be temptin' me, to jump out the MPV Empty three clips of hollow tips with no sympathy Since 14, I sold morphine for more green Kept dope in a Nautica coat under the drawsting And watched out for cops, squad cars, and Beemers And laundry ninas, flee the country to Argentina Laid back in the beach (yeah) coastin' with commuters Smokin' the buddahs on the cruiseline boat to Aruba For a while, yo; pump the vowel so I can pile dough Then become a Harlem kingpin just like Alpo' Get paid so I can lay low in San Diego With yayo so I can ship it out whenever I say so [Hook] Yo! Makin' this money is the American Dream East Coast to West Coast, you know what I mean Whether it's Uptown, Downtown; you pick the scene You gots to get your own scheme We ain't splittin' this cream [Verse 3 - Cam'ron] Yo! I'mma run hysterically, till they bury me Count numerically,hills of Beverly More grands than cherokee; president like Eric B., & Rakim Drug game, I'm top ten; locked in? Right now its not an option And those who creep got the Mac in the heat They got the five-inch screens in the back of the seat And now they got this daddy raggin' Last year, had me saggin', wasn't ready When Heavy was back, tossed me in the paddywagon But ain't nobody out here stoppin' love Cause we was twelve years old in the Cotton Club, poppin' bub' So all the fame without the fortune; goddamn, you wrong Killa kid Cam-e-ron surviving in the Amazon [Verse 4 - BloodShed] Yo! I leave you dazed and froze With all kinds of amazing flows Money surrounded I counted While bathing with Asian hoes Back home niggas is after me I'm back to sea, sippin' daquiris Coke factory, fiends baggin' up crack for me From cutting up rocks to investing in stocks Nautica yachts, and knots busting outta my socks Now that Bloods play the chub All the ladies love me, they hate who made me hubby Behind my back they say my baby's ugly Each night I sleep, with freaks with Lamborghini jeeps Neighbors be sneaking peeks, how my semen leaks, between the sheets Mess up my loot, I cut your collars, Juan Cause these is modern times, & the only thing I see is dollar signs [Hook] [Verse 5 - Big L] Check it! To be seen clean in the mean Beam Is every team's dream; Big L's a cream fiend With more green than Springsteen You know I'm crazy quick to smack a groupie I'm known to mack a hoochie Do I got stacks of lucci (Absolutely!) Harlem kids is known for felonies And sellin' keys, pushin 300Z's GS3's, and puffin' trees These G's breeze while DTs Be yellin, 'freeze!', we stash cheese And keep a pocket full of centuries Ayo, I'm set for the rest of my life Some clown that laid the threat cause I had sex with his wife I stuck my tool to his brain, said "act a fool and get slain” Nigga, yo' bitch chose me, you know the rules to the game [Hook] #CoC #DigginInTheCratesCrew #DITC