Instrumental
Traduction: Black Box. Ghost Box.
-dazzle, goin' mutiny dont y'all get in his way whassup man he's lethal, bustin through people get the fuck up out of his way [Z-Man] give me that motherfuckin black
you mean) No matter what I do, they got a nigga still runnin' from the police (Put them motherfuckin Nike's on tight and get ghost y'all) [Dramacydal
at it Freeze Still the juvenile at 400 degrees Lil girls still fallin out I'm still ballin Crawlin out the hottes b's on these ATL streets From the garden to the box
with it Chop bricks take trips ot, We before I had a goatee, I used to bag the OC Yeah, fish scale nigga, what up ghost this Stashin by the old tree
ya, knock ya fuckin whole team off the roster) (Starting lineup, Iron Lung) The funk docta [Verse 2: Method Man] Johnny blaze the ghost rider (uh) Ghost
the core Now it's all good best friends became gladiators Matter fact you blow more steam than hot gladiators Some niggas is ghost written but I ain't
ll build a box for Black Paul? Who'll carry it up the hill? Who'll bury it in the black-soil? And from the woods and the thickets Come the ghosts of his
I know what you mean) No matter what I do, they got a nigga still runnin' from the police (Put them motherfuckin Nike's on tight and get ghost y'all) [
mini-van with my lungs in a chokehold Shaggy pass the boombastic Daphne said don't do that Freaky Fred smashed the gas and slammed us into traffic Now Scrappy wanna box
Now you'll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks And they'll take you from this dump you're in and stick you in a box Then they'll take
took blocks through war, took blocks for fall Took blocks to Wall for box of raw What you think 33 in the glock is for? Black fatigues, skullies and
the poison glue postage I open or fold ya, Dirty fucked a ogre I leave the cat a book of food stamps used at Krogers The box of evil a fifty sack of that
