[Bloodshed] Yo, I'm mad vexed, give me your address And I'll deliver, stand and watch you shiver As the bullets travel through your liver This nigga
[Bloodshed:] Under passing the bridge In my Yacht under looks my Mahogany crib Models from Germany is serving me ribs And shrimp scampi, give up this
[Chorus:] "Bloodshed I'm painting the town red" Kool G. Rap [x8] [Verse:] Yo, you're fucking with a well known felon I'll do more then just leave you
[Cam'Ron] Now I'm off on a rendezvous, disponible Niggaz is comical, but I'm phenomenal Jiggin niggaz abdominals, and solarplexes I got to test I get
[Cam'Ron] Aiiyo what good is all the guns and techs And dumbs respect to keep your sons in check If your cash don't come correct? [Bloodshed] Yeah I
Y'all smoke crack and kill Jehovah Before you bump into this villain sober Causing the controversy that niggaz be illing over To have the children who
they be all in The business, always trying to lock us with the quickness Have a nigga suit and tie, standing on the witness Front and be a goner, or just play the corner
sea Oh yes, suddenly be Golden sands swept in from the sea The children of Darby O'Gill Play in the islands of icebergs at will The carnival opens, the children
Around the corner, And under a tree, A sergeant major, Once said to me, "Who would marry you? I would like to know, For every time I look at your face
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on your way back home And I'll get Laura Mae To cook up some corn porns?" You know they're good Lord the cotton was high And the corn was growing fine
my face caught a case tryin' to defend my space Dodging snitches police niggaz jumping state to state What kind of nigga run his mouth and snitch out everybody? The kind of nigga that's gone end up being a dead body Yo' wife and children
, let them wear it! Throw me corn, me no call no fowl; A-saying: "Cook-cook-cook, cluk-cluk-cluk." ... : "Cook-cook-cook, cluk-cluk-cluk." Throw me corn
, let them wear it! Throw me corn, me no call no fowl; A-saying: "cook-cook-cook, cluk-cluk-cluk." ... : "cook-cook-cook, cluk-cluk-cluk." Throw me corn
Was it ever there at all? But they keep on dancin' C'mon children, c'mon children, come on, clap your hands Well, the cool breeze came on Tuesday And the corn
we gonna shake this town Come on children we gonna shake this town Down to the ground Can't draw no water no more From the drinking well Can't grow no corn
were lucky and then we'd play cards. We didn't have any signals 'cause we didn't need any. Nobody had any cars. That's right! And on the corner, on particular corners
children What is the glorious fruit of our land? Its fruit is deformed children What is the glorious fruit of our land? Its fruit is orphan children
