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Biscuits & Bangers

アーティスト：Children Of The Corn 

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[Cam'Ron] Harlem, more than average Niggaz selling tablets for cabbage The habbits more lavage the savage Inside the Land rental, y'all know what y'all ran into Cam's mental, broke this man's dental Up in Grand Central, we sell cracks for cash makes no difference Moving coke by the shipments, cause Digga need this equiptment I stole grams from a foes land, make sure my doughs ran Bitch I never hold hands, time waits for no man 5-0 not fond of me, cause I'm onerary, they honor me What the wanna see, racketeering, and laundering Now I got the E from jake, me and Blood deceased the fake Man you should've seen some bake, drive out the 318 It was no hypnosis, just a few witnesses But they'll mind their businesses cause they know who shit this is Ands went ? with kis, but don't even mind the Ds Smoke to keep my mind at ease, but know when it's time to squeeze Never hurry, bullets flurry, got my own mother worried Coming up to me with her vision blurry She said "Cam, I know you stole for the bread But I'm scared you'll wear a sheet with a hole in your head" Just hold the dough cause when I perish You'll be passed Mount Everest, sippin Mo on your terrace Cause that's how it go when you dealing with a strangler Girls, the misters, and haters, fellons biscuits and bangers [Chorus] They got luccis, they got doozies They got fluzzis shooting uzis They got lawyers, and they doctors Plus the coppers chasing robbers For the cheese grab your heat Cause there's trouble in the street For the girls they all hate, for the fellas, biscuits and bangers [Bloodshed] I used to sell rocks, avoided cellblocks Wearing shell tops, shell shocked, sells for 12 blocks Cause niggaz bell hops yo, cause I reside inside a rough place Not even a thug safe, fuck around y'all wind up with your mug laced I wind up in a gun chase, victim of the drug lace I had to plug a guy in cause he said I sold his little son base I got the cash, ask the fiends, can't pass up I'm past bad luck, they mad stuck Quick fast to blast they ass, what? You best to come deep homes, cause Blood got the streets sown Front and get the heat chrome, pressed up on your cheekbone And get your beef blown, yo, you better get the troops and power Homocide and dentists, using 12 guages for root canals and Your wife called cops and said yo "Blood harassed me"



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