Lyrics:
looking but you better take it easy
Tell your crew I said tell 'em take it easy
Here's come the rocket launcher, you better take it easy
take it easy,
Hustlin' to see my family good ya mamas straight
Living money over everything so when they hate
Rolexs and 11's hot box it in my 7's
Ain't nobody got me
in a box and you ain't got nothin' to show
They say the first law of nature is self-preservation
Fuck a Play Station, my bills don't vacation
Got
with rocket launchers
On top of revolvers and batons
That leave us knocked unconscious
Armored trucks
Barging up the alley, pardon us
We been told
Motherfucker you can blame it on
Superman
Fuck Batman and Robin
Bring that Batmobile through Compton
Nigga, we'll rob em
Escalade armored trucks
Motherfucker you can blame it on
Superman
Fuck Batman and Robin
Bring that Batmobile through Compton
Nigga, we'll rob em
Escalade armored trucks
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Yo
Bet you gon' be in the box dead,
This Hydra ligs bugs underground, we're Breakless
Ankhi aa khoon gaal honi aar paar kat kari da
launcher
Shank musketeer, face carved up
But you need down shit for slow down kid
Or get surrounded or pounded out, real quick
Aiyo check out what the storm
vest and armored like bricks
Sometimes you might find me drinkin tap water
Up out the public park sinks
But most of the time it's Louis
Six million ways to die
Choose one, heh, heh
A what dem a try fi do
Try fi test me?
You waan test the rocket launcher?
Well let me tell you
everybody eats, sweep blocks
This is a message, ain't go no grams, we gon' beat box
Study like lessons, niggaz in the game biting the grain
You knowing
soul loose from the box at the coroner's
Making death not so foreign to ya
Niggas got Rugers and M-14's with enough
Ammo to leave an armored truck
Pull up to the party, niggas actin' like I'm soft
I'ma stab that nigga 'til they fuckin' pull me off
Mud got the boy in the box
Flies fly around him
paper
When I get a pint, I got a record
Fuckin' this bitch and I gotta tape her (Bitch!)
No pancake, a lot of maple
Armored car, disabled
I seize
on your ass like a shot of vodka
Animal control, what's their number?
I just saw a sloth with a rocket launcher
Run for cover, that's a recommendation
All
Box Chevy, no tint
Floatin' inside, aquarium
Yeah that's him,
Compository sketches is all
They can't catch us, Jet Setta's
I jointed the mile
volatility can't wear me out
The cowbell's ring doesn't bring me down
My stacks of loot arrive now by armored car
No remixed sweet sixteen party show compares,
police armored cars
Be aware...wang wiggas was out there
But we didnt care kids was gettin' stabbed and ditched out there
To busy playin'...Double Dare
You
box should've been a armored truck
Everything good, feeling marvelous
Came to the city, that you honored us
You don't talk me a game, no game homie
Get
just did a bank robbery
An armored truck heist, all this motherfuckin' jewelry
And when I start sending slugs I'm the jury and the judge
I'm a hybrid,
venacular
Miraculous rhyme flow, back track to the Immaculate
Binaca blast nigga that's fast, son I'll box ya
Ladies rub the ta-ta's, bras, titties
to the Immaculate
Binaca blast nigga that's fast, son I'll out-box ya
Ladies rub the ta-ta's, bras, titties and knockers on the floor
Owww! Fellas pull ya cock out
that Kel was rocking
I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass
I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class, Lee would get the math
'em first, we box 'em in
Behind the wheel the driver's hittin' gas before the oxygen
Tryna find whatever hoes that he can tie a sock up in
To stop
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