Children Of The Corn

Children Of The Corn - Fair One (Part 2) lyrics

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Yo, in Harlem we got buildings collapsing and shit

Niggaz getting bust off petty money

That's why everywhere I go I keep mines, nigga



[Bloodshed]

Yo, don't cross the line if you afraid of the guage

I smell the pussy, see the bitch running down your leg

You fuckin' with a well known felon, I do more than just leave ya swellin

I'll blast you in your melon and leave you smellin



[Cam'Ron]

I had a fight with a seven footer, he wouldn't drop

Pulled the glock, left him frozen like a Pudding Pop

My laughter couldn't stop

It's something about me that just love's killin

I'm a big villian, a send a slug peeling, slash drug dealing



[Mase]

Fuck the river up the nile (denile) I'm headed

Plus with my collastics, wish the Latino from Riker's Isle would set it

Without the Army or the tank I'm liver

In jail the shank survivor, the couldn't control me with a tranquilizer



[Bloodshed]

Where I resume is gloom, for we rolling some fumes

Gotta stay alert from goons that be causing Lennox Doom



[Cam'Ron]

Aiiyo, you get bombarded if you come unprepared son

Cause yo, there's no such thing as a fair one



[Bloodshed]

Yo, my street is buzzing with dirty brothers

That kill other niggaz mothers, just to get on newspaper covers



[Mase]

Aiiyo, you get bombarded if you come unprepared son

Cause yo, there's no such thing as a fair one



[Bloodshed]

Word up, take off the safety and insert the clip

Then I start to flip, bust off like dicks, inside porno flicks

Up under my tongue is where my blade rest

My 12 guage stress, is even more scarier than the Aids test



[Cam'Ron]

And the Killa got real weight, semi-autos I feel hate

In between my ears and my head I got steel plates

So get that ass flamed, hard head, I got brass brains

Horror's my last name, with mad fame

That last forever like grass stains



[Mase]

See I'm insane, I got brothers that be in gangs

With three in they brains, IV in they veins

Prey to God man, man pleaing in change

Often I'm bugged, then bust off in a thug

Have a chump coughing up blood, then feel his coffin with slugs



[Bloodshed]

Where I resume is gloom, for we rolling some fumes

Gotta stay alert from goons that be causing Lennox Doom



[Cam'Ron]

Aiiyo, you get bombarded if you come unprepared son

Cause yo, there's no such thing as a fair one



[Bloodshed]

Yo, my street is buzzing with dirty brothers

That kill other niggaz mothers, just to get on newspaper covers



[Cam'Ron]

Aiiyo, you get bombarded if you come unprepared son

Cause yo, there's no such thing as a fair one



[Bloodshed]

Mad niggaz dream about taken mines

But if they do, they get they faces stitched up just like FrakenStein

Cause Bloodshed's known for jacking crabs

When I act with mags, I leave fags

Soaking blood like Maxi pads



[Cam'Ron]

Aiyo, when it comes to bread, niggaz make loafs

You run around with fake toast

Money or your life, nigga I take both

I hate the heavens and you shady reverends

Niggaz like +90210+, I like Killa Cam +187+



[Mase]

And I'ma give a fag slug, once I cock the mag and snub

Then puff a bag of drugs, on the fucking Isle with thugs

So if you down to blast, Murder with the pound to cash

Lay you in the ground and grass, with roses all around your ass



[Bloodshed]

Where I resume is gloom, for we rolling some fumes

Gotta stay alert from goons that be causing Lennox Doom



[Cam'Ron]

Aiiyo, you get bombarded if you come unprepared son

Cause yo, there's no such thing as a fair one



[Bloodshed]

Yo, my street is buzzing with dirty brothers

That kill other niggaz mothers, just to get on newspaper covers



[Mase]

Aiiyo, you get bombarded if you come unprepared son

Cause yo, there's no such thing as a fair one
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