I found a soldier in a box A souvenir that someone lost At such a cost, oh no, oh no The cemetery gates were closed Only the humming birds would smell
I found a soldier in a box A souvenir that someone lost at such a cost The cemetery gates were closed Only the humming birds would smell the flowers
: I found a soldier in a box A souvenir that someone lost at such a cost The cemetery gates were closed Only the humming birds would smell the flowers
the shoes of a criminal death disease keep your luxuries to a minimal I'm not talkin' about weed, jewels, & Bentleys I'm talkin' about clean clothes, hot
high But a little work on a few blocks And I put a few skirts on a few blocks If you dirt you feel the burst from my fuse box Oh lordy there nobody
mind up I throw a hollow at you nigga And I'm so high, no, I'm too high But a little work on a few blocks And I put a few skirts on a few blocks If
a plane or a penthouse, office or a warehouse Tony's got it nice, we never heard of any big droughts A Kilo is a thousand grams A pile of sand is equivilant
breathin and barely seein A critically blaze, biblical plague in amaze Riddle the box, smmothered in cops Sky hugger, Space Jam, slam in the blizzard of rocks A
in the shoes of a criminal Death disease keep your luxuries to a minimal I'm not talkin' about weed, jewels and Bentleys I'm talkin' about clean clothes, hot
fiends Nigga had a habit, he supplied his own Always stay hot 'cuz we ride with chrome We kept a little work for the ki's and bones Crowds draw heat so
bitch with a thousand looks Come through with a thousand crooks I just know what it takes to get this money like Blow Catch a body, get a face lift, disappear
or sober Nigga talkin' thug walkin' all through yo' squad Y'all niggaz scared by a dog, I got my fo'-fo' for y'all It's like a hot, heated day homie,
Me shot pussy-hole fi fun [Nas Escobar] Hot corners, cops with warrants, every block is boring Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a
that, "God said he got a party for ya" And I'm a give ya Lord, every beat a heart I owe ya It sounds a bit cliche but Bubba Sparxxx a soldier What you
' frequency I refuse to be a stereotype in ya box Never wanna try to be somethin' I'm not I'm just a nigga from the block, if you got it twist it Stay
' test me, c'mon Me shot pussy-hole fi fun Hot corners, cops with warrants, every block is boring Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a
! Me shot cost you one (unintelligible) Nas escobar- Hot corners, cops with warrants, every block is boring Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a
