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
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
Lemme see your guns, what? Throw 'em up, huh Word up, we takin' all y'a money We takin' all y'a bitches, what y'all thought it was? I'm so hot to death
