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
a kill 'em all Just watch, I'm a kill 'em all Just watch, off 'em [Verse 2:] Off 'em, no off days, no debates, bitch Box logo, switchblade and cocaine
to the A, I got a show later today That's more paper to play, I'm to grown for rookie shit To cold to get pussy whip, keep an extra bitch around in case
for sale [Verse One] I'm the reason those things in my hood go BANG I got that trey duece I call that, my nigga behave 16 gage in case these niggaz wanna
Niggaz be on the block with work they got from the dock We Flintsone kids we surrounded by bricks and rocks And my thugs don't give a fuck about catching a case
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
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
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
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
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 ass
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 go
steady rain Just stay in when it's looking this way The moon's laying low in the sky Forcing everything metal to shine And the sidewalk holds diamonds like a jewelry store case
in when it?s looking this way And the moon?s laying low in the sky Forcing everything metal to shine And the sidewalk holds diamonds like the jewelry store case
rain Just stay in when it's looking this way And the moon's laying low in the sky Forcing everything metal to shine And the sidewalk holds diamonds, Like a jewlery store case
combination of Donatello and Leonardo Michelangelo and Raph rolled into one With the knowledge of Master Splinter so Shredder is done (Finish him) Coppin' pizza by the box
a stoned bunch of hippies With no careers I wanna drink bleach with a Georgia peach My pals and I all drink Clorox Or eat Snowy Bleach right out of the box
warm his own god 'fore he died Well the boys they came crowding in fast And they threw all their stools 'round about him Six glims round his trap-case
By the bodega, iron under my coat, feelin braver Doo-rag wrappin my waves up, pockets full of hope Do not step to me I'm awkward, I box leftier often
