She just fools around He falls in pieces on the ground They underestimate what's lost and found As they go up and down Again and again and again She
yellin' but I can't listen to my conscience it's nonsense if I didn't shoot I'd be the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground fox chased by the
'm the same way, M.I.A. And me Cool and Dre get high like planes Your man Wale in his own damn lane Can't control the box, you are no Mills Lane Ain
with officer*) Fuck! (Hey guys, where ya headed?) Nowhere, man (Got your licence and registration?) Yeah, hold up, right here (Hey, what's in that box
Ain't nothin' nice [Hook (Lil Wayne)] Ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid And in the van there's a box
block A long way from the shell tops And the bells that L rocked (rock, rock, rock, rock...) *scratching* Hip Hop is prosecution evidence The out of court settlement Ad space for liquor
and you see i will be running it i got a hundred dollar bill in the cockpit suprised me in the line is a blackhole i got another job at the liquor store
ever change And I'm the same way, MIA And me, Cool, and Dre get high like planes Your man Wale in his own damn lane Can't control the box, you are no
the Wheel Of Ezekiel To pop Thousand-dollar bot- tles of scotch Smoke pot And heal the people Any rebuttal To what I utter Get box-cuttered Count how
huh? That liquor up in your U-charged That truth come out when you drunk Your ass won't make it to see tomorrow Y'all niggas got it twisted huh? That liquor
was thinking I could sure use another bottle of booze My baits a? runnin a little low Man a box of 12 gauge would be all the rage I?m all liquored
thinking I could sure use another bottle of booze My baits a' runnin a little low Man a box of 12 gauge would be all the rage I'm all liquored up and
pouring out no liquor for no niggas I pour my heart out when I see Dot out on the deck Knowing two weeks ago he slapped-box with death I hear of niggas
done, I ain't did enough Trippin' when I rip it, I be the X when I split 'em up Sorta like I was liquored up and backin' up in the cup Everybody be knowin
makes the "Ghetto Bird" sound*} Throwin up a BIG-ASS W, coverin up the world right? YEAHHH! Hah, listen look You ain't tryin to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor
like four wheelers, **** sent us From backstabbers and gold diggers tipsy off brown liquor Watch me obnoxious broad call me cocky Poppin' long **** stabbed it out the box
more than what your hands can grasp Good Night! (kids talking) Knock 'em out the box Mos, knock 'em out Mos Knock 'em out the box Mos, knock 'em out
When niggaz see you they salute you It ain't nothin' like walkin' your block One deep on your city streets nigga, no hawk or no glock No blades in your mouth or box