Lyrics:
money in the box, like that
Won't get drawed out by them ops see don't give no fuks
Got two F's on my bag, stands for the fuks I aint got
Aint got now
'Twas set ablaze when he remained, through the boards, by a soldier, was shot
Dragged outside, in two hours, he died, so ends his evil plot
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
that, everything went black
Baby, one-two-three, tell 'em get the referee
Cause he can
(he can) get the knockout (get the knockout)
Get the telephone
a metal box
To imitate security there's a blue sky over me but the fear is on me.
In a place where ball games are strictly forbidden luxury
Two
Lulu, give me whatever I ask
Bucket low like Ace Boogie, I re-up two hundred cash (uh)
Richest nigga in my city, got my neck on Rick the Ruler (yeah)
in my shoes box and my safe nigga
Block hot but we still making plays nigga
In the trap guess I'm trapped in my ways nigga
Pull up in that black
black on, yup, I was dusted, with all of my bengals on
Two rings clustered, shorty black
He was there, this my nigga, check the bullshit, he jabbed
[Tragedy]
Yeah...Get it poppin'...No doubt
Thug shit... for your ear
Yeah...Two-Five
[Tragedy]
It go one for my real niggas, two for the bass
Three
need some time. To gain some peace of mind. 2 + 2 + 3. 7 More Minutes. 7 more minutes for me.
Verse 2
Hot box session says you’ll never be able
borough
Kidnap ya, tie ya down, drug ya, kiss the girls
Klack automatics no matter the pressure the static, klack
I blow you by two miles, cut my licence
braids, overalls, black tights
And a toboggan atop your golden locks
Two, braids, overalls, bright blue eyes
An oasis for my mind
Two braids, overalls,
My love for you
Is like a angel flying through the sky
Like a bird in the winter and
Your love for me
Is so deep, and sorta like a black rose
my check, my bitch sprinted the shuttle
Sign plus an M, bought a Benz for my brother
Painted all black, the interior butter
I drip like a leak
Auntie Lola told me to just kill myself
(Shame)
I don't think so, witch, I'm blessed by the best
(Jesus)
No genuine love, only scorn and mean mugs
of growin
Express Yourself, was said by N.W.A.
So stop givin trouble a play
Because those who chose to oppose never rose they all froze
At thirty-two
She 'bout to go to the dance hall (hall)
Two bad bitches got a dance-off (off)
By the end of the night, I tried 'em all (all)
We get allowed
ching
Playa potnah motherfucker dude that's some mail
Convertible top, black on black interior exterior
He gon' be worth about twelve
Talkin' about
Bitter sweet
Heal and burn
All familiar, then a sudden turn
And I’m back riding hopes
Back in the black box
So dim the lights and ...
Lift my soul
the way I come in with my crew they hate the way I ain't lose
they hate a nigga be true they hate a nigga be buying his shit by the 2s
buying his shit by
an Aleve
It's still all on you, like volume 2 BG
See me DT in a GT
Downtown as I'm G nice in a fresh white tee
See I'm a gangsta, you a wanksta
I'm
picture
Blackened from the box
A fissured token of our memory stops
Your stranded balcony
And ship in the distance
Drink your black coffee
And cry to resist
half naked, in a craze
Man by the train said he likes the way I'm livin'
Well, buddy I just woke up and pissed in a jar
Yup, I'm livin' the dream
Drove
The lame stuffer
Bang, deranged fucker
I walk bys and guys became Kane Tuckers
Make enemies, make friends
I make money, money make moves in the state
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