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Übersetzung: Black Box. Ghost Box.
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
ass up, he can't even move Cereal box is crack and ratchets, in the cocaine spot My fiends'll box filled with coke head classics Dope money, flood me
box with it, Chicago Sox fitted Uh, if the product is banging, first hit the block with it Set the drug charges and my criminal formula O-5 black suburban
, sour amputate Duck Savanna wait, we splashed the glass, ice rocks Our cash high right stock, our logo's on your rice box Plus your dice box, on the
to rock, the spot Like Ironman Starks They be the illest MC's, in the world today Cappa Raekwon and the R-Z-A So listen to them clear, and put the box
On how I shitted on your turf at times, Cuban Link verse yo Check out the rap kingpin, summertime fine jewelry drippin Face in the box, I seen your ear
my side, so What's Happenin'? Try eatin' these shells, they non fattening After you digest gat, I'mma stomp you bastards So take that.. blaow, blaow! Ghost
of your own I make you moan as my bone turn brick like stone Whether you're single we can mingle as you jingle Swing low, with the black Mandingo I be
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
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
that, come on! [Chorus: Method Man (Ghostface Killah)] Each (meet) son (see) Boats (suites) dough (beats) No flows ill as these, him and Ghost, nigga please Meth, Ghost
Dogs" [E-Dub] Yeah Dynamic Duo, uhh [Redman] 'Pon cock, the Don Juan Doc Send crews back to the shoeshine box, connect the dots My description, black
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 you
I call it fun chowder crank the music louder, miraculous how it rocks I throw the whole crowd in a big three lock box I'm smelling like a convertible
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
get broke I done 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
