all laughin at you My greatest gift of all was the ability to fall Get back up and fall, get back up and fall Get back up and fall and crawl and get
I would like to throw 'Rock Box' in the start of this one Run D, Run D M C" Here wego again What's it all about? What's it all about? What's it all about
better get back, get back You better get back, get back back You better get back, get back You better get back, get back back, you better Doin' a box
crisco yo ass in a thong but I need a little change and it might come as a shock That tonight is the night to think outside tha box and I'm lookin at
the real Never thought about rappin' till he coped his deal I really held down my block for real All I do is crack rock and how to pop the steel How to box
in life It was his wed-to-be wife that brought the cool in his heart And by the time the autumn came, things were falling apart Things were falling
wear a bulletproof So I got shot and you can see the Proof Blind eyes colored guide me and see the truth Wonder if Stevie do? But I'ma leave it to God
' the nine I jumped in the English ship, benzed whip It's Terminator 2 chrome the engines dip I'm reading scripts, no, not the penmanship The box office shit, I box
broken To a day of wrong moves And my feet walk out from under my brain Like a high-wire artist I fall I keep forget that I'm a neighborhood threat God
watch It ain't just 'Pulp Fiction' and 'Reservoir Dogs' It's irreversible, there's my 'City Of God' It's the news on every channel when I turn on the box
scaffold and built the box Here is the shovel that dug a hole in this ground of rocks And here is the pile of stones and for each one planted God only
I drop my hook and get a bite The reason I'm fishin' 4 a new religion Is my church makes me fall asleep They're praising a God, that watches you weep
friends at once As they were starting to unwind Had a feeling I was losing 'Cause as they moved along I was falling far behind I've got a box full of
never save myself It doesn't matter if I Can reach into the deepest Corners of my mind Baby, I could never save myself Stop, we put God in a box Spend
tha block neva rest/ Money in my hand/ body on my heart/ good thang we got a forgiving god/ got a lot of bitch/ none got to my heart/ Neva fall in love
I got shot and you can see the proof Blind eyes could look at me and see the truth Wonder if Stevie do? But I'ma leave it to God, not Beaver, neither
another huddle, we're down by six The plan is, to throw the ball to Swift But he's so god dang high, that he trips Falls and slips, Proof grabs him by
dam my phone died shit look at that pizza pie (chours)*2 shady konvict put the guns away na im shady he a konvict killer just send me the god dam