Creator] [Verse 1: Earl] Uh, was always smartmouthed and quick-witted But something was always missing like six digits Lucky seven probably poppa Little
some razors and a fresh box of baggies, the ones with the tint in them! Aiyyo son turn that water down a little bit, just a little bit..Thank You I need
blew in three years Son of a bitch, that's why I rock the big shit Don't forget who you is, nigga, you my little shit I will crush you to pieces, stop
his last breath [x3] "Don't ask me why, cause I'm down in a suit and tie" [Cougnut:] I know who did it so I payed the little marks a visit Old school
street. She was around for a lot of time, she ... Wandering around the hotel hallways in the middle of the night, Carrying a little ... yellow cardboard box
epidemic wit dis one Ya'll know what dis is... So So Def [Nelly] Got 30 down at the bottom, 30 mo at the top All invisible set in little ice cube blocks
the Wheel of Ezekiel To pop thousand-dollar bottles of scotch, smoke purp, and heal the people Any rebuttal to what I utter get box-cuttered Count how
', Meth-Tical (whattup niggaz?) Yo, yo, aiyyo yo [Sheek] Soon as I cop the nine, I pop the nine When I take it out the box, I represent LOX Now when
want you to be the way i want you to be and when you're not it hurts me like shredded tape something sticky for security wrapped tight around a metal box
like a game of tennis Act like you want some of this and I'll give you the business You see the yellow and black, you know what it's about Wrinkled assed
you got the rapgames on, but it's all wrong I ride through ya hood in a Mr. Softy-truck Then pull a Mack out a box and smoke hoes Yeah, ya little fucks
it all boo but never say gimme We can, pop yellow bottles push whips in all models Vroom vroom on the Calisport instead of Gucci goggles I'm a fly little
the Wheel Of Ezekiel To pop Thousand-dollar bot- tles of scotch Smoke pot And heal the people Any rebuttal To what I utter Get box-cuttered Count how
affair, actin like an adult for once Pluss my hand is up your skirt god damn you flirt What's a little me on top gon' hurt maybe a little but... Pain
Ruff Ryders niggas, blood in, blood out Sheek, Methical Yo yo, hey yo Soon as I cop the nine, I pop the nine But when I take it out the box, I represent
you got the rap games sewn But it's sewn wrong I ride through ya hood in a Mr. Softee truck Then pull a mac out a box of snow cones Yeah, ya little fucks
bout to start a epidemic wit dis one Y'all know what dis is so so def Got thirty down at the bottom, thirty mo at the top All invisible set in little
