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Текст песни Children of the Corn (Killah Cam`Ron, Bl - Biscuits and Bangers

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[Cam`Ron]Harlem, more than averageNiggaz selling tablets for cabbageThe habbits more lavage the savageInside the Land rental, y`all know what y`all ran intoCam`s mental, broke this man`s dentalUp in Grand Central, we sell cracks for cash makes no differenceMoving coke by the shipments, cause Digga need this equiptmentI stole grams from a foes land, make sure my doughs ranBitch I never hold hands, time waits for no man5-0 not fond of me, cause I`m onerary, they honor meWhat the wanna see, racketeering, and launderingNow I got the E from jake, me and Blood deceased the fakeMan you should`ve seen some bake, drive out the 318It was no hypnosis, just a few witnessesBut they`ll mind their businesses cause they know who shit this isAnds went ? with kis, but don`t even mind the DsSmoke to keep my mind at ease, but know when it`s time to squeezeNever hurry, bullets flurry, got my own mother worriedComing up to me with her vision blurryShe said "Cam, I know you stole for the breadBut I`m scared you`ll wear a sheet with a hole in your head"Just hold the dough cause when I perishYou`ll be passed Mount Everest, sippin Mo on your terraceCause that`s how it go when you dealing with a stranglerGirls, the misters, and haters, fellons biscuits and bangers [Chorus]They got luccis, they got dooziesThey got fluzzis shooting uzisThey got lawyers, and they doctorsPlus the coppers chasing robbersFor the cheese grab your heatcause there`s trouble in the streetfor the girls they all hate, for the fellas, biscuits and bangers [Bloodshed]I used to sell rocks, avoided cellblocksWearing shell tops, shell shocked, sells for 12 blocksCause niggaz bell hops yo, cause I reside inside a rough placeNot even a thug safe, fuck around y`all wind up with your mug lacedI wind up in a gun chase, victim of the drug laceI had to plug a guy in cause he said I sold his little son baseI got the cash, ask the fiends, can`t pass upI`m past bad luck, they mad stuckQuick fast to blast they ass, what?You best to come deep homes, cause Blood got the streets sownFront and get the heat chrome, pressed up on your cheekboneAnd get your beef blown, yo, you better get the troops and powerHomocide and dentists, using 12 guages for root canals and Your wife called cops and said yo "Blood harassed me"I caught her in the bed with Blassie and beat her fucking ass GThen I beat they brains in with two chainsFuck around get you, your mom duke and your crew slainYou`re PUTANG, my right hooks leaving swollen jawsI be toten fours, smoking raws, with no license in stolen carsWhen your walk through Harlem, best be prepared for strangerscause most of them is stranglers, cause it`s bullets, biscuits and bangersnigga [Chorus]They got luccis, they got dooziesThey got fluzzis shooting uzisThey got lawyers, and they doctorsPlus the coppers chasing robbersFor the cheese grab your heatcause there`s trouble in the streetfor the girls they all hate, for the fellas, biscuits and bangers [Cam`Ron]Now I was in the boogie down getting some assI got a beep from my block, had to split so I dashedAnd the Killah ain`t been around the way for two daysI called my man 4-0 the green Grand from the waysWhen I got to my block, if I wasn`t in shockThen I was cause I found out my cousin got shotThey said yo "It was concerning, the germans, they came throughblazing, and burning, left Blood squirmingA line blast out, but he got his ass outThen Capone came in the Grand and drove him to the stash house"Now I run into the house with the tool in my handTried to do in my man, fucking ruined our planWhen I get in the first, tears start to burstCause I see a trail of blood thinking the worstFlowers, casket, hearse, but nah, all I seen was his left leg splitDude Capone working on him with the First Aid kitAnd they told me the scoop on this wild ass pleaseIt was just a graze, in and out his legBut they came through dead nasty, it was Fred BlassieCrew shot shit up quick and then fled fastlyNow I`m thinking - over dough or dice?Come to find out this is all about his hoeing ass wifeAnd niggaz always pulling guns quick over some chickMotherfucker that`s that some dumb shit, but yo this ain`t done withCause lifestyle, quite foul, lord ? to my sight nowTurn them germans into ashes Harlem Night styleAnd that`s how it goes when you dealing with stranglersGirls, the misters and haters, felons biscuits and bangers

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