Littles - Cardboard Box lyrics

Verse 1: (Havoc) 41st side n***a, them thirsty side n***as Number one pick, gutter litter, leavin' 'em bitter How the f** a n***a figure he can come through this? With no worry at all and ice on his wrist Plottin' to get it, poppn' them slugs One in the mug, leave 'em in the morgue, keepin' it gangsta? we keepin' It thug Makin' albums, washin' that dough made from narcotics You know the mob brolic, gats we got it Like a b**h on her period, don't even wanna see you Unless you got what I need, and we sure not peoples Only n***as that I f** wit' could hold what I bust wit' A one minute n***a, hit 'em like when I nut quick Got a bad a** b**h that'll f** your clique Ass so fat, make the illest n***a dry snitch It's time to stretch on these cats cause my dogs is restless The number one sinner mothaf**a, repent this Chorus - f**in' wit' us will leave you in a cardboard box f**in' wit' us will leave you leakin', callin' the cops With nothin' to bust? we'll leave you in a f**ed up spot And you don't even wanna be that n***a claimin' a spot (repeat) Verse 2: (The Jackal) Play stupid, 32 shots n***a, looped it 64 troopers, Tim boots and Rugers Show and prover, Q.B. manuever Pure breed grower, flow gives brain tumors Holla at ya dog, movin' units Ain't ready for the onslaught Try to knock the Don off Not too much talk, n***as just pop off Got that feelin' inside, who willin' to ride? Aight here, take this Four-Five Cardboard box these n***as off sides Rap n***a live, rap n***as alive That n***a high, gangsta stroll, stackin' to the sky Poppin' his collar n***a, tossin' that dollar Act up, blood clot his throat, make it hard to swallow Used to pitch times holdin' trotters Now I pitch 16's with the culture power saga You sorry, don't bother, Q.B. to Carter Rucker, Nino, Goodfella, Godfather Chorus x2 Verse 3: (Littles) Came home after 5, stood on my own two I learned to seperate Men from Boys and crews I toy with dudes, now I'm just annoyed with fools I'm a pimp on a track with another Mans food I refuse to be who*ed by another Mans rules It's a pimp and ho game, you gotta respect the business But I only mob with thugs and gangsta n***as It seems nowadays snitches get respect Ya'll don't know a real n***a 'till he's layed to rest? Ya'll lucky I ain't come home chasin' necks Arms, legs, chests, blazin' tecks Cause I love to snap, crackle, and pop them hammers Rock bandanas, cop wanna knock and jam us Watch and slam us, locked up, box and canners Cause when I start lickin' all you n***as start snitchin' b**hin', little n***as start missin' We provide ya'll with the truth and facts Ya'll don't wanna give me burn with these ruthless raps sh**, I'll bounce ya'll a** straight off the tracks Plus I roll with gorillas and I'm true to cats Chorus x2 Verse 4: (Nature) All I need is a kick and a snare, ya'll n***as scared My name speaks for itself, it rains as soon as it hits the air Got a wicked stare, one eye crossed In Queens fiends returnin' every gun I toss Every dun I corpse, my religion is none I figured once I lay it out n***as 'll run I could type it up e-mail And give it to you, when you're done you're comin' back for a refill Grade A sh**, like the taste of the haze and the dro I rock the same Guess jeans five days in a row See my Thirty-Six waist is now Thirty-Eight Quick to help a n***a up to the pearly gates Makin' sure every other live n***a heard of Nate Guaranteed to boost the murder rate If it don't it will n***as, chill just give it some time How much pain can a n***a provide? Ya'll n***as rhyme?