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
Fuck speakinm 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
parties I've seen too many go and end up absent without leavin Ain't no, warm welcomings, my eyes have witnessed the bend in on Nights that don't sleep
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
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
actin' crappy Now I'm just a pilgrim passing I learned that I don't belong Got new game, new life, new song Don't fit in? theres nothing wrong, Anti-
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
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'
Don't go to them, let em come to you, and work the angles [defari] Don't sleep on, I leave your knee torn, like sehorn Liquid mc storm, like children
done 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 He
