A Star Is Born Children of the Corn
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[Chorus: Sample]
"This is the place where stars are born
And we are the only ones that can't be worn out"
"This is the place where stars are born
And we are the only ones that can't be worn out"
"This is the place where stars are born
And we are the only ones that can't be worn out"
"This is the place where stars are born
And we are the only ones that can't be worn out"
[Verse 1: Bloodshed + Cam'Ron]
See how I live—all invited, step up to
The Big Apple and bite it, and days before this rotten
But not forgotten, up in Harlem, where shit be poppin'
We use the .38s for shoppin'—fella, run it
Well, I'm a cat with nine lives, but everyday I risk em, Pop shot the Glock at the cop, but missed him—now's he's all up in the system
I stay fair to crime, slayin' in time, my mother's down here
Prayin' for mine, 'cause I'm like Snyder, livin' life one day at a time
[Cuzzo?], my city never gets no shut-eye, it always sleeps
With one eye open, scopin', 'cause where I lay
The natives stay locin', you might get sprayed, flesh wide
Open, layin' on the pave', soakin', fella
See, it starts out hand-to-hand, then it moves gram to gram
The cops playin' D like it's man-to-man—oppressin' us
Stressin' us, hopin' one day that they'll be catchin' us
Good thing that white cats invest in us—hard times
"This is the place where stars are born
And we are the only ones that can't be worn out"
"This is the place where stars are born
And we are the only ones that can't be worn out"
"This is the place where stars are born
And we are the only ones that can't be worn out"
"This is the place where stars are born
And we are the only ones that can't be worn out"
[Verse 1: Bloodshed + Cam'Ron]
See how I live—all invited, step up to
The Big Apple and bite it, and days before this rotten
But not forgotten, up in Harlem, where shit be poppin'
We use the .38s for shoppin'—fella, run it
Well, I'm a cat with nine lives, but everyday I risk em, Pop shot the Glock at the cop, but missed him—now's he's all up in the system
I stay fair to crime, slayin' in time, my mother's down here
Prayin' for mine, 'cause I'm like Snyder, livin' life one day at a time
[Cuzzo?], my city never gets no shut-eye, it always sleeps
With one eye open, scopin', 'cause where I lay
The natives stay locin', you might get sprayed, flesh wide
Open, layin' on the pave', soakin', fella
See, it starts out hand-to-hand, then it moves gram to gram
The cops playin' D like it's man-to-man—oppressin' us
Stressin' us, hopin' one day that they'll be catchin' us
Good thing that white cats invest in us—hard times
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