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go wrong if you take a song
Sung by Frankie Boy or Mr. C
Put 'em in a box, tie 'em with a ribbon
Throw 'em in the deep blue sea

Not for me, all that
blue sea

And you won't go wrong if you take a song
Sung by Frankie Boy or Mr. C
Put 'em in a box, tie 'em with a ribbon
Throw 'em in the deep blue
blue sea

And you won't go wrong if you take a song
Sung by Frankie Boy or Mr. C
Put 'em in a box, tie 'em with a ribbon
Throw 'em in the deep blue
the water in the wishin' well
And hang all them scarecrows from a sycamore tree
Burn down all those honeymoons
Put em in a pillow case
And wait next
on your street
He's placing hot smoldering charcoals beneath your feet
Now walk on 'em, he's dancing with carcasses cheek to cheek
Like a Thanksgiving
It takes a sweet little bullet from a pretty blue gun
To put those scarlet ribbons in your hair

No that ain't no cherry bomb
Fourth of July's all
ether, he about to leak feces
Wipin' up the streets with her, get em' grr

Reminiscing the wako,
Take hoes, and put 'em in the box, they may chose, I hate
with this

They want that shit, they often feind, I give it to ‘em, but in between
My time, I gotta tie shoestrings, life’s a trip when you want these
a three day run, bitch
Take them motherfuckin' panties off, you ain't no nun, shit
I be living in the sky every time I ride by them hoes
Ribbon in
'fore she was mama

We put that box right where it was
And never said a word
But growin' up got hard just tryin'
Not to picture her
In anything but
to get caught in
From back in the days of Gordon niggaz was gettin' robbed

The guy from Rikers Height stayed on his job with his own little mob
Was it
about to sneak up on you and your crew
 
Ya know what I'm saying ayyo check 1-2
Ayyo masta killa I want you to put one up in 'em son
And show 'em you
want you to put one up in 'em son
And show 'em you ain't done son

Ball 'em with the back of the gun son
Make 'em run son

[Masta Killa]
Sliding
on the continent, it's here, it's everywhere!
And this is, if you will, a war, an all out assault by

The sly fox
Cyclops
We locked
In the idiot box
The video
nimble, win battles by landslides
Can do a cut better than you with my hands tied
Behind my back, so hold your breath in
I'm expellin' a rhyme within
music box

Yea, daddy knows people hes important
The guy with the suit and tie they see at the court
And it seems like he ain't tryin' to talk
you lose your tie and your shirt

Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen
I ain't no politician but I'll kick it with 'em
you lose your tie and your shirt

Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen
I ain't no politician but I'll kick it with 'em
Hiding down ducking strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways
Just read a magazine that fucked up my day
How you rate music that thugs with nothing
One sweat-soaked day in the Yung-Po Valley
With the ground still steaming from the rain
There was a bloody little battle that didn't mean nothing
f***ed up my day
How you rate music
That thugs with
Nothin' relate to it?
I help them see they way
Through it, not you
Can't step in my pants
Can't
day
How you rate music
That thugs with
Nothin' relate to it?
I help them see they way
Through it, not you
Can't step in my pants
Can't walk in my
on the continent, it's here, it's everywhere
And this is, if you will, a war, an all out assault by

The sly fox, Cyclops, we locked in the idiot box
The video slots
Gettin' box office spins, only box I fit in
Is by thigh on a female
So they hatin' me for that, sayin' I just make women songs
It's perfect style every,
Y'all know how I play quiet towns and tie 'em down
Haters wonderin' how I got a position with Roc
'Cause I listen to The LOX and I listen then watch