Don’t Sleep lyrics

[Big L]
Yeah, I got two of my muthaf*ckin' 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 n*ggas 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 pus*y cats
Give me the gun, and watch this trooper spark it, I maneuver targets
Cause I be packing like the n*ggas 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 sh*t get hectic, I wet sh*t
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 n*gga
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
n*gga 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 MUTHAf*ckAS)
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 f*cked 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 n*ggas 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 n*ggas say, "Can we be chums?"

[Bloodshed]
You must've went to the Wizard and got some heart
To f*ck 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 b*tches see me, they run double-fast
They got trouble? Laugh
Cause I make n*ggas' mouth foam up like a bubblebath

[Bloodshed]
On my block, n*ggas get licked quick
My man Caroni got his wig split
He could've signed, but had no time for legit sh*t

[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 n*ggas up like shower curtains

[Bloodshed]
That goes to all the n*ggas 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 n*gga basin', I'm wastin', closed casin' n*gga

[Hook x4 - Big L]
Aiyyo, my crew never fights fair
(SO DON'T SLEEP MUTHAf*ckAS)
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, muthaf*ckin' 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, f*ck y'all dumbass b*tches, b

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