make you sexy I thought i could hide it from you But what the hell, somehow you knew CHORUS: You've opened the little black box The box of lies and pain
ay [Fabolous:] Now if they get me on wire traces I'm gonna die in comstaat I got prior cases from riding with firearms cocked Fire bomb box, set up by
hand right by his waist The wrong move will get a gun right in my face And they fighting for my life... I'm fighting the case And I ain't trying to be
your butt swishes But non of these slut bitches is worth me asking my doctor why my nuts itches If they see how the Rolls Royce smell All day I be emptying my in box
all the tricky sticky icky alley ways Welcome to the continent of Holidays (Africa) Where Holidays quickly turn to hell days Stars fall quicker than box of shell case
Hilton, She ask what I do, I say get money, And I'm gonna do that until the Reaper come for me, Call me Ya Boy cause erbody love me, Just in case you
I'm sick with it and relentless, you know my name soldier Who that talking shit, catch your homie cause he fin to fall He don't wanna box with bullets
Making everybody lose their mind (everybody losing they mind) [Trae] The same niggaz on the block, wrecking it won't stop We bout to head to the top, cocked dropping the top With glocks ready to box
carhart. Plak! Ebene assurent mes backs Massacre compose le track Check Tshhh je te gaze toi et tes niggaz Le plus gros hard les deux neg sont dans la case
be the first to see some cash My s**t's cla*sic, like my ni**a Nate Go get the tape, we keep the nation anticipatin until we break Money made me evil, court cases
can go? Oh, fuck y'all eh, fuck the judge fuck the motherfuckin' district attourney and the prosecutor (fuck you!) and fuck you motherfuckers in the jury box
me to change But now, I can't turn back [Verse 2: Uncredited Rapper] I got 30 homies, 30 mackin, Jealous cause i'm stackin I stay tackin, Keep packin, Heat in case
I doubt if I do Cause if I do, Then I get beat up by my fuckin crew A real nigga, Since you figure that you ready to box You catchin knots from my nigga
niggaz, hand crushin' that 'Dro Fiddy made me a star, now they know who we are Album top of the charts, your condo is my car (Ha) Income is my chain. stash box
out to leave this bitch cut up let a nigga find out you on some goin' home shit and you tryin' to bounce without payin' a loan, shit some niggas beat cases
man [Verse 1: 50 Cent] GGGGGG G Unit 50 Cent, Gerth Street ATL to Dallas ya heard me? check it out Porsche spots drop Gun in the stash box Get ya bitch
got stuff from most of em It's on, even when I was wrong I got my point across They depicted me the boss, of course My orange box-cutter make the world
but the Bone in me [Bizzy] Me puttin' me casing up into me trunk Box of blunts, come get drunk Me puttin' me casing up into me trunk Sack of skunk, come
