Children of the Corn, Big L, Bloodshed, Cam’ron - Don't Sleep lyrics

Yeah, I got two of
My muthafuckin' peoples from
Children of the Corn about to represent
It's the Big L
And we gon' do a lil summin' like this
So check it out yo aiyyo, knock, knock

Guess who?

Bloodshed to your rescue
I'm rougher than the projects that
Niggas don't walk next to my mental
Sense is drenched from the Beck's brew
Eyes chinky like an oriental far from gentle

You'd rather douche B, before you mush me
Or even push me black, in
Fact I call you Cujo, b
Cause all y'all some pussy cats
Give me the gun, and watch
This trooper spark it, i maneuver targets


Cause I be packing like the
Minions in the supermarkets

Yo, my style is mastered
Blunts never pass it stay blasted
Jurrasic type cash up the ass split
I'm mad sick, when shit get hectic
I wet shit when my TEC spit
It's redruM cause I'm dyslexic
Out of my crew I am the loc'est one
So don't provoke the strung
Or my smoking gun'll leave you soaking son
I speak the truth, so you should all figure
My double four trigger's +Above The
Law+ like that Seagal nigga
And I'm a buddah head until I'm dead
It ain't no changin' Bloodshed
Tough bread, enough said

Aiyyo, check it out
It ain't no fools in rappin
Nigga play me, pull out the tool and clap him
I don't care if the kid's quadruple platinum
My peeps ain't cheap, they deal coke
And when my steel smokes, you will choke
You feel dope? You won a hundred battles
And you still broke
You a joke loc, nothin' but a slow poke
Your ass couldn't paddle in a row boat
You know ho let me tell you a few things
Don't care who your crew brings
Cause when my trey-deuce sings
You'll get laced up like shoestrings
Nobody can touch my rhythm
My brother Hud'll get 'em
And I bring Blood to victims
When they get stuck like stick 'ems

Aiyyo, my crew never fights fair
(so don't sleep muthafuckas)
Cause it's your worse nightmare

Aiyyo, this kiko will dismantle cancers
Handle dancers
Voodoo do y'all Kangol dancers
Handle wraths, get put inside ambulances
My gat'll screech each adder scenes
Now up in magazines
Heavy D fucked up my black
Coffee got to have that cream

Check it, yo move
Mics I be tearing them, from here to Maryland
I'm known to bury men
And drug mics with more dope than heroin
I clear the block like one time
Plus street sweepers combined
My gun rhymes make niggas wonder
Why I'm still unsigned

And never see me run, believe me hun
It ain't no freebees sons
Go out with BB guns
Then niggas say, "Can we be chums?"

You must've went to the Wizard
And got some heart
To fuck with Bloodshed because I spark
With mints in the dark

Yeah, and I'm the 'nnihilator
You couldn't figure out with a calculator
You sweet like candy, eat you Now and Later

I extort dough like broken phones
I'm on my smoking bones, and tokin' chromes
To have you croaking with soaking domes

Yeah, and bitches see me
They run double-fast they got trouble? Laugh
Cause I make niggas' mouth foam
Up like a bubblebath

On my block, niggas get licked quick
My man Caroni got his wig split
He could've signed
But had no time for legit shit

You play like punk rock
I catch wreck when the funk drop
You a chump hops, and I stunt cops
Whenever I let my trunk pop
And devour turbans, who this coward hurtin'?
See me every hour flirting
With a nine to wet niggas
Up like shower curtains

That goes to all the niggas faking the Jacks
I be like Jason
Racing through your block with a axe
And I be chasin'
Til I meet your crew face to face and
The first nigga basin', I'm wastin'
Closed casin' nigga

Aiyyo, my crew never fights fair
(so don't sleep muthafuckas)
Cause it's your worse nightmare

Word up, the Children of the Corn is puttin'
It on from now on word up
Muthafuckin' flavor's in Harlem act
Like you know
Word up, Children of the Corn, represent

Yanamsayin, I wanna give a shoutout to
The whole downtown 110th

Aiight, fuck y'all dumbass bitches, b

Word to mother, all the way back up to thirt-