Push! - Orange Box Cutter lyrics
rate meA hard head make a soul fast
But hot leather make it more dash
O lord I could make these niggers ghosts
But I got drop heads in my…
And bad bitches tugging at my trousers
Chick come with the game
Youngest in power
Last night’s lobsters and shrimp’s in my bowel
Hit the gym quickly get money for an hour
I ain’t grown around dandelions and sunflowers
I’m the black rose that rose out gravel and gunpowder
Boss life well your rovers in Springsteen
Till 16 I lived life like king B
You bring beef I bring grief the nigger’s family
Face down face your wife and kids
My strength in the hood
You don’t want a piece, understand me?
Bitches on me, my flow is uncandy
Counting old bucks
Cause sell most I put on the scale
Most in jail with a free
Willie can do it this well
I’m going far and I ain’t settling for now on the lance
Listen, all that you in, nobody got an shot
All that Lou in, nobody got Guap
Nigger with the A, nigger with the ER
Fuck how you say that’s bred you with the ER
I used to be nice to rappers
No more MR. Nice Guy I don’t like these rappers
Take money…
Respect my office hours
Reach for the sketch you off the coward
Our marriage in the game may the best man sing
Got niggers fuck around with rap
I don’t fuck around, I fuck around with paddles on yo head
Rock around to diminish you dumb bastard
Buck town the original gun popping
Fuck outta here
