Jimmy Crack Corn is the 7th track on Raw Breed’s debut album, Lune Tunz.

The song tells a story about the crew fiending for drugs, and holding up a hot sneaker store for the cash to buy some.[Verse 1:Nick Swift]

Criminal minded, wanted by society

See I'm the motherfucker that motherfuckers try to be

So follow me, follow me, straight down the hill with a drill

Now's a time to increase the sill

The price you pay, is your life on the line

Committing a crime every time to earn a dime

I find a soft person and it's plenty

Yo remember I'm a repeat offender, to the public defender

[Verse 2: Alexander The Great]

And I'm a sick lunatic, yo I need a fix quick

Yo for a fix, yo you know I commit

Mass murder, mayhem, yo I don't give a shit

Like I said I'm sick, yo give me a perk bitch

No? Well here's a slug in yo face ho

And now I got all your dough, you dead ho

Pumped up, pop pills that will

Kill at will, ill, never stand still

I'm doing every drug in a book, crook look evil

I smoke weed, smoke crack and I shoot needles

[Verse 3:Marc Rippin']

Jimmy Crack Corn, I'm an ill motherfucker sick brother

I take from my boys and my mother

Rampage out of control, to get paid all day

All the day, one-eighths, there's no escape

When I stalk when I walk

I gotta' gun, better run

I'm trigger happy, make it snappy

Run your stuff, I don't care

And don't you dare fight back

You'll get the gat to the head, black

No hats or yo the man or the mission

No missing, my target's get hit

And that's it

[Hook] (x4)

Yo, Jimmy Crack Corn, and I don't care, yeah

[Skit 1]

What's up Jimmy? (Yo, what up Jimmy?)

What's goin' down? (Word)

Bussit, I wanna get paid, ya'man!

Ayyo man, ya'll wanna get paid, I know this brother with a sneaker store, yo he live around the way, he got NO security!

Word! I know about that brotha, I know where the safe at in the back!

Let's do that nigga man!

(Let's do it)

[Verse 4:Alexander The Great]

So I stepped in the store, there was no one around

So I, cocked the hammer, shot the fat man behind the counter

A-yo Jimmy, take up the rear, make sure the coast is clear

You got the idea, yeah

[Verse 5 Marc Rippin]

I got the door, Jimmy, get the safe

Keep it clear, I'm your eyes and ears

Jimmy get the register and make it quick

A-yo, I'm shaking motherfucker, I need my fix

[Verse 6: Nick Swift]

So I run to the back of the place

And stuck my gun in his face

"Yo, yo, yo, open up the safe!"

Money grip said "no"

So I shot him in the toe

Just to let him know he better give me all his dough

I know, that this is a hot sneaker place

Mad loot in the safe, so I'm gonna have to take

It all, so don't you ever speak a peep

I'll be back next week

Yo, I'm coming next week

[Skit 2:Alex/Nick/Marc]

#1: Ayyo' Jimmy did you kill him?

#2: Nah

#1: How much was in the safe?

#2: We got crazy, crazy papes to separate

#3: Ayyo' give me my dough so I can buy mad drugs

#3: Give me my dough, cause yo I gotta buy slugs

#2: Yo look in the bag

All: Oh my, my, my!

#2: Yo this crazy dough

All: Yo we gonna get high!

[Hook] (x4)

Yo, Jimmy Crack Corn, and I don't care, yeah

[Verse 8: Alexander The Great]

Yo I got my cut, so I crept to the spot

Yo I got a fat knot, so you know what I got

Got- drugs, and my brothers went on their own ways

[Enough?] that I got will last a wild few days

Now that my cash is gone, word is bond

I'm a bug off, to the street-side love

A crime wave for days, yo I don't give a fuck

Watching my back, from all the brothers I hadn't stuck

Shoot to get loot

[Verse 9: Nick Swift]

Yo, I jump through the jungle

With the bundle in my pocket

Yes, a fat rocket

Good, mind your business, cause business is risky

Crispy dollar bills keep my pockets filled

I'm ill, so I don't need to chill on the corner

No bother, for the fact I just don't wanna

Wanted on the street, cause the heat is warm

Word is bond, only the strong can live long

If robbing you is wrong I don't wanna be right

Since my dough is good, I'm sticking up tonight

[Verse 10: Marc Rippin']

Well goodnight, lights out, see ya' later

I spent my dough, I gotta go to get your loot

Here's the scoop

I'm cracked up, backed up, I [???] [retro?]

Now you know, niggas in my way gotta get slayed

I gotta habit, I gotta have it

A [???] a day, with no job: gotta rob

I need my fix, I'm in the mix with the itchy

I'm way past pride, and don't care if you diss me

I'm on a quest, I'm on the street

Yo I'm gone, I lost my mind man

It's Jimmy Crack Corn

It's Jimmy Crack Corn

[Hook] (x4)

Yo, Jimmy Crack Corn, and I don't care, yeah

//I know this is a really rough transcription, had to get the ball rolling with something. All help is appreciated!