Lyrics:
boys and women who I see dyin
By the hand of the devil, beg God for peace sign
But I see signs in a refugee’s eyes
When I look behind and I see the whole
know about a pine box?
Money goin' out with nine Glocks
Autopsy on that same nigga when they pull out twenty-nine shots
'Til I hit up your whole crew,
sabbaticals
Got my nine cocked
Simba standing on pride rock
Poppin' a couple shots at the
Eye of a cyclops we don't fight box
Put that boy in a pine box
Just
Two little children, a boy and a girl
Sat by an old church door
The little girl's feet
Were as brown as the curl
That fell on the dress that she
Just a pine box dropped off in the woods
A man to come home, six-oh-three be like that
Catch a case and come right back
To the block with a gat
Two little children, a boy and a girl
Sat by an old church door
The little girl's feet
Were as brown as the curl
That fell on the dress that she
his fucking left lung
With my box-cutter I'm'a cut his eyes wide
And put broken pieces of mirror replacing both his eyes
Got a demon inside, that's been
the scrap by the motor
Used to hot box in a old ass Toyota
'Gotta stay down and look after my bother
I had the gas and young sauce had the oil
I had to go get
back at our camp. If you boys
Imagine we're going ahead, you've been stung by creation.
Oh we're not too swift this morning! We're on a round river.
We
Throw the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing
Nine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition
Put him in formal dress, right hand across
will be mine
Surrounded by pine
Smoking the trees with the homie Don Pease
Exhale with ease
Damn what a tease
Back to reality
You don't want to battle
Throw the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing
Nine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition
Put him in formal dress, right hand across
through the pines
That lights a fire in a young boy's eyes
It's the work of the hound that sounds just right
It's Dog Tight
Finding a good ol' dog is like
riverbank I swear I will
And when my time is over here
Won't ya show my family love
Build me a pine box and plant me in the ground
On the hill where I grew up
kicking with the crime mob
Fuck around get outlined with some white chalk
In a pine box
Uh All the cool kids gon skate down the sidewalk
In the hallways
you locked in the box keep making it through
Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you
To my brother Mikey Mike, stay up homie
To my
size as a X-Box (X-Box)
Boys try to hate but they be fake and
When they speak it's hateration
They too cheap to imitate him
So they get the imitations
size as a X-Box (X-Box)
Boys try to hate but they be fake and when they speak it's hater-ation
They too cheap to imitate him so they get the imitations
Her dance
In the vast mirrors cast
Looked the ill of Her future
If fate feasted there....
[III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness]
In an age crucified by
you accept the charges, if not hang up
To my cousin Darren Ranch, stay up homie
To my brother Chris Butler, stay up homie
If you locked in the box
the penile
They let you have it, all I do is give them a smile
Lifestlyes of the realest, you ain't ruthless you bitch
I got a pine box just your size, I
Though one last wish is bequathed by fate
My beauty shalt wilt, unseen
Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take
My soul to peace or Hell for
It's of a gentleman soldier
As sentry he did stand
He saluted a fair maiden
By a waiving of his hand
So then he boldly kissed her
And he passed
Two little children, a girl and a boy
Stood by an old church door
The little girls feet were as brown as the curls
That hung upon the dress that
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