do you have?" He says "All I got right now is this box of one dozen starving, crazed weasels" I said "OK, I'll take that" So he hands me the box and
and homie back to back Both loaded workin', we about to pitch a shut out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherfuckin
With them styrofoams and embalmin' fluid I been gone to long and I'm down to lose it Somebody go and get this n*gga a pine box And I ain't just talkin
stiff cases Within styrofome... and embalmin fluid I been gone too long and I'm down to lose it Somebody go and get this nigga a pint box And I ain't
cases With them styrofoams and embalmin' fluid I been gone to long and I'm down to lose it Somebody go and get this n*gga a pine box And I ain't just
, The only pink pussy we knew was Snaggle, Your mind's in the dirt, We playin' Hungry-Hippo's 'til our hands hurt, What do you know about pourin' out a whole box
into going to church? The stars are burning out tonight Do you think we'll stay this high? And watch our favorite ones outside Before this turns to black Let's burn away our
hide and seek I told you secrets that we promised to keep But it was not enough The toy box then tried to reveal its truth Did not hold anything but
, lookin' in the mirror like I can't believe what I've become Swore I was goin' to be someone And growing up everyone always does We sell our dreams and our
and a firm set of rules you can have anything you want you can walk right out into the world and capture and kill god in a little box or a little book