room inside a box There is no room inside There is no room inside a box There is no room inside There is no room inside a box There is no room inside
Перевод: Короля X. Box.
[Chorus] "Nigga's a threat, too real to be an actor" - [8X] [Verse 1 - Lil' Flip] This ain't a movie, this more like a screenplay Cause on the real
-is a son of a bitch had the nerve to throw out the first pitch I'm just tryin' to get rich like Trump The Home Run king is now in a slump, pass me
a Lion like her Daddy I am hotter than the Sunday after Saturday I swear I'm a savage like no one be a Randy Oscar De LaHoya, box ya like a casket Or
switching i can smell him digging up shit like a fly come around and keep persisting that's how you end up in a hit list in a badman business no evidence
get freaky again, aright A-ooh-ah-ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh I've been a lot of places, seen a lot of faces Ah hell I even fucked with different races A white
new prisons they build Over money and religion there's more blood to spill The wounds of slaves in cotton fields that never heal What's the deal? A lot
is wild Pretty face, no mask, undeniably fit for the job Bitch wit a heart, ready to thump, money is king Wit my lap on the throne strokin' a cat, runnin' a
done changed since I became a king I'm a stranger being, rearrangin things Now that I can afford a Range and rings I sit and think, I remember when it became a
[Chorus: x2] I think we got a problem, got a got a problem I think we got a problem, got a got a problem I think we got a problem, got a got a problem
stand the heat like vultures Open ya wings, the soul of a King Song of a Queen, dawned with the wings Bow and kiss 'em, if he's a fraud than strip 'im
an elephant just like atlanta zoo (gucci) [Verse 2:] Drop beam Off set things color ice cream white dreams she can fuck me that's a pipe dream S-O poppin x
people locked up, you need to send 'em some s*** 'Cause it's never too late to stop bein' a b**** A magazine and some pictures is a n****** whole world
laugh girl Give me a smile Everyone wants my style Big-Big, Big Beat A.K.A The Biggie Sound of street [chorus- Big Sound][2x] Sell your shit? This is the box
L.A. L.A. big city of dreams but everything in L.A. aint always what it seems you might get fooled if you come from outta town 'cause we comin from Queens
the flame It's still insane, since the flow track Blowin your whole back, with the mack, we'll let ya know black [Hook:] X 2 It's all about weight
I mean, white rapper There's so many of us now White people like rap now Ah, ah, yeah [Chorus] - 2X Everyday, ghetto niggaz from my block ? ? [R.A.
