Don’t Sleep

[Big L]
Yeah, I got two of my muthafuckin' peoples from Children of the Corn about to represent
It's the Big L, and we gon' do a lil summin' like this
So check it out yo
Aiyyo, knock, knock

[Killa Kam]
Guess who?

[Bloodshed]
Bloodshed to your rescue
I'm rougher than the projects that niggas don't walk next to
My mental, sense is drenched from the Beck's brew
Eyes chinky like an oriental; far from gentle

[Killa Kam]
You'd rather douche B, before you mush me
Or even push me black, in fact I call you Cujo, B
Cause all y'all some pussy cats
Give me the gun, and watch this trooper spark it, I maneuver targets
Cause I be packing like the minions in the supermarkets

[Bloodshed]
Yo, my style is mastered, blunts; never pass it
Stay blasted, Jurrasic type cash up the ass split
I'm mad sick, when shit get hectic, I wet shit
When my TEC spit, it's redruM cause I'm dyslexic
Out of my crew I am the loc'est one, so don't provoke the strung
Or my smoking gun'll leave you soaking son
I speak the truth, so you should all figure
My double four trigger's +Above The Law+ like that Seagal nigga
And I'm a buddah head until I'm dead
It ain't no changin' Bloodshed
Tough bread, enough said

[Killa Kam]
Aiyyo, check it out
It ain't no fools in rappin
Nigga play me, pull out the tool and clap him
I don't care if the kid's quadruple platinum
My peeps ain't cheap, they deal coke
And when my steel smokes, you will choke
You feel dope? You won a hundred battles, and you still broke
You a joke loc, nothin' but a slow poke
Your ass couldn't paddle in a row boat, you know ho
Let me tell you a few things, don't care who your crew brings
Cause when my trey-deuce sings, you'll get laced up like shoestrings
Nobody can touch my rhythm
My brother Hud'll get 'em, and I bring Blood to victims
When they get stuck like stick 'ems

[Hook x2 - Big L]
Aiyyo, my crew never fights fair
(SO DON'T SLEEP MUTHAFUCKAS)
Cause it's your worse nightmare

[Killa Kam]
Aiyyo, this kiko will dismantle cancers
Handle dancers, voodoo do y'all Kangol dancers
Handle wraths, get put inside ambulances
My gat'll screech each adder scenes, now up in magazines
Heavy D fucked up my black, coffee got to have that cream

[Bloodshed]
Check it, yo move
Mics I be tearing them, from here to Maryland
I'm known to bury men, and drug mics with more dope than heroin
I clear the block like one time, plus street sweepers combined
My gun rhymes make niggas wonder why I'm still unsigned

[Killa Kam]
And never see me run, believe me hun
It ain't no freebees sons, go out with BB guns
Then niggas say, "Can we be chums?"

[Bloodshed]
You must've went to the Wizard and got some heart
To fuck with Bloodshed because I spark with mints in the dark

[Killa Kam]
Yeah, and I'm the 'nnihilator
You couldn't figure out with a calculator
You sweet like candy, eat you Now and Later

[Bloodshed]
I extort dough like broken phones
I'm on my smoking bones, and tokin' chromes
To have you croaking with soaking domes

[Killa Kam]
Yeah, and bitches see me, they run double-fast
They got trouble? Laugh
Cause I make niggas' mouth foam up like a bubblebath

[Bloodshed]
On my block, niggas get licked quick
My man Caroni got his wig split
He could've signed, but had no time for legit shit

[Killa Kam]
You play like punk rock, I catch wreck when the funk drop
You a chump hops, and I stunt cops, whenever I let my trunk pop
And devour turbans, who this coward hurtin'?
See me every hour flirting, with a nine to wet niggas up like shower curtains

[Bloodshed]
That goes to all the niggas faking the Jacks
I be like Jason, racing through your block with a axe
And I be chasin', til I meet your crew face to face and
The first nigga basin', I'm wastin', closed casin' nigga

[Hook x4 - Big L]
Aiyyo, my crew never fights fair
(SO DON'T SLEEP MUTHAFUCKAS)
Cause it's your worse nightmare

[Outro - Big L]
Word up, the Children of the Corn is puttin' it on from now on
Word up, muthafuckin' flavor's in Harlem act like you know
Word up, Children of the Corn, represent

[Bloodshed]
Yanamsayin, I wanna give a shoutout to, the whole downtown 110th

[Killa Kam]
Aiight, fuck y'all dumbass bitches, b

[Bloodshed]
Word to mother, all the way back up to thirt-