Teksty:
Children Of The Corn Hard To Get By

ain't hard to see sonny Inside the 3-20, Killa, New Jacks for G Money [Chorus] It's hard to get by, that's why we get high Around my way, do or die Oh

I cried But I'll get by Salute our love And send you a smile And move on So darling farewell all will be well And then all will be fine The children

not stoop to the level of the stoop that y'all chill on If the building's boarded up and the children of the corn -er Liquor Store don't want to kick

life get hard she always speak to him, She'd rather kill her babies than let the master get to 'em, She on the run up north to get across that Mason-Dixon

life get hard she always speak to him, She'd rather kill her babies than let the master get to 'em, She on the run up north to get across that Mason-Dixon

of the dance in one way or another The way a man beat his woman, feeling that he love her They way five children get killed by their mother Parts of the

Niggaz spray strays and shoot without lookin Niggaz walk by and blast without leavin a footprint I think the attitudes are twice as worst It takes half the time to get

never roll fake I'm bout to hit Dove Way, get past Troy's I'm dippin by myself, I'm bout to call up my boys I pass by the Colt I see some women lookin

Stashed inside a fox hole but Kingdom's basement Henchmen of pro lynchmen, rhyme rankest lyrical lynchmen In Now Born, raisin' Children of the Corn We march as we hear the horns