enough said [Cam'ron:] Aiyo, check it out It ain't no fool in rappin Nigga play me, pull out the tool and clap him I don't care if the kid's quadruple
life. Shut them out fast before you think of the past, turn out all of your lights. Go to bed, go to sleep, don't think, don't feel as the nighttime owns
laugh with all their life shut em out fast before you think of the past Turn out all your lights Go to bed got to sleep don't think don't feel As the
is Shamus We pass a the child on a corner he knows And Shamus says "now what chance has that kid got" And I say from the back "I don't know" He says "
s name is Seamus We pass a child on the corner he knows And Seamus says, now what chance has that kid got And I say from the back, I don't know He says
Montana Whatever you are, homie, bikers and bandanas Riders who cock hammers or soldiers who roll deep I?m a child of the night, homie I don?t sleep
all niggas can't tell me shit Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all Who the fuck gonna tell me shit I done been homeless, no place to sleep Moms don't wanna
nigga?) Yeah, it's time man (aight nigga, begin) Yeah, straight out the fuckin dungeons of rap Where fake niggaz don't make it back I don't know how to
Some say n' some do I will, if you do If I can, you will too But I can't, cuz you won't N' you can't, so I don't Who will give more then a look As their
: Way back when I was just a little bitty boy living in a box under the stairs in the corner of the basement of the house half a block down the street
had to remind herself They called her Safronia the unwanted seed Blood still blue in her vein and still red when she bleeds (Don't, don't, don't hurt
I don't walked in the street, with so much raw in my sneaks God dam, got home and had corns on my feet I see the Lord when I sleep and often He speaks
back, beneath the floor mats Come on Jack, we don't have time for your bullshit or playin' A'salaam a something' or another "Wait isn't Juanita your
fuck speakin' ain't part of my crew Face look to brand new, who? Niggas ain't even aloud to send my pass through Can't chill on corner can't go up in
every hour for as a substitute for food out standing in this field waiting for the storms trying to teach the alphAbet to the children of the corn yo
Don't go to them, let em come to you, and work the angles Don't sleep on, I leave your knee torn, like sehorn Liquid mc storm, like children of the corn
Don't, don't, don't hurt me again Don't, don't, don't hurt me again Don't, don't, don't hurt me again Don't, don't, don't hurt me again Don't, don'