4 in the Box Songtext
von Random Axe
4 in the Box Songtext
People love him, they fear him
Don′t you trust anybody?
No
What up Sean P?
Black, Random Access, listen
I'm terrific, fantastic
Past sick, dudes get they asses kicked
Past kick, they might get blasted
Casket, my case basket
Bad shit for actin′ like as if
Your boy ain't let mag spit, not true
The next hot crew is here to drop new
Like parolees when P.O.s tell 'em to stop through
Fuck what you got, nice Glock
You actin′ like the people made yours a stop
My homie up the block had four in the box
He told me now he got three
A brand new forty that I call OE
You speak the language, I keep the stainless
In case these snakes wanna breach arrangements
With Random Access, it′s not beef it's Angus
No father, I′m not telling nobody nothing
Don't be afraid my son, nobody′s more powerful than God
I don't know about that father
Your God′s bigger than my God up there
And my God's bigger than your God down here
Don′t you trust anybody?
No
What up Sean P?
Black, Random Access, listen
I'm terrific, fantastic
Past sick, dudes get they asses kicked
Past kick, they might get blasted
Casket, my case basket
Bad shit for actin′ like as if
Your boy ain't let mag spit, not true
The next hot crew is here to drop new
Like parolees when P.O.s tell 'em to stop through
Fuck what you got, nice Glock
You actin′ like the people made yours a stop
My homie up the block had four in the box
He told me now he got three
A brand new forty that I call OE
You speak the language, I keep the stainless
In case these snakes wanna breach arrangements
With Random Access, it′s not beef it's Angus
No father, I′m not telling nobody nothing
Don't be afraid my son, nobody′s more powerful than God
I don't know about that father
Your God′s bigger than my God up there
And my God's bigger than your God down here
Writer(s): Sean Price, Curtis Cross, Byron Simpson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
