it in a box I watched it grow a lot It chewed right through the lock And ate all the new kids on the block. A scientist creates a beast In a secret
it in a box, I watched it grow a lot. It chewed right through the lock, and ate all the new kids on the block. A scientist creates a beast, in a secret
And I'm surprised there's some left I got my nine on your chest And you got your mind on your gat And I got this shit up inside of me Holdin' on like
m a grown man more mature and pleasant And like hittin' niggas in the jaw with the desert and everybody Got a gun, why not me you gotta keep it on you
, stop the war No more beef on the street, I?m talking about peace. ? ass, man, tired of talking like you complete his bullshit man Yeah, man, just cause Joe?s on
New York cap on Batman whip that I got off a rap song Im the fan with the illegal strap on Teflon n a wife beater n black on Its on! [50 Cent talking
to the egg in the skillet This is your brain on drugs, Xzibit brain on thugs Ain't no neighborhood that's big enough to bang on us Ain't no love, lost
Damn, time's done changed these thugs do what they like Some of them be your friends to try and find a new wife And still hit the block and slang rocks
How I look, a grown man with my lunch in a box But my kids need socks and shoes, I'm walking through The office, boss yelling "Who you talkin' to?" Don't you know on
streets Like grease and some kids get caught up All up in the crime rate Couldn't hold your nine straight when you was bustin' Your whole clip and hittin' nothing Your whole block on
, runnin' with them boys from the block Totin' glocks that we only use when we put on the spot Now I got, a reason to live for than to die Keepin' a tight inventory on
big Adidas off my moms table man! Get the fuck off it man. Yo just chill man, pass the Cristal man. Niggaz is greedy man, damn. Big ass shits. Yo man
warnin' shots, the fuck out of here Oh man homey, hate to do you like this Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click It's the young high-roller, the talk of New
, similar to the egg in the skillet This is your brain on drugs, Xzibit brain on thugs Ain't no neighborhood that's big enough to bang on us Ain't no
can't front on nobody cause I pulled on a woolah Back in '86, first, foremost and final Rhyming on the corner, all I want to be's on vinyl I bum rush
blocks With a firm grasp on the grudge they both clutched in the name of love Fear of the results had push ever came to shove Seduced for fun Produce a a lot of fight Two youths on
with blisters on they hands With chains danglin' from the rims Pain strangles 'em from within Till' the belt around the arm makes the veins stand at attention I try to block