Box Cutters

Yeah (yea)
Knowhatimsaying

Gambino.
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P.
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Nuttin but that MOB Shit
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Nuttin but This Hard shit

{Gambino}
"Infamous Stamp it on ya forehead baby,
niggas be acting like shit is all gravy
Load up the 4-5 bout to get busy
I'm in the street everyday Dunn i run this city
Smokin' that icky Dunn i cant feel my face
Shit must be laced, Let me hit it again.
Sid Roam Keep it Poppin Dunn they did it again
While kick true facts shootouts with black mac's
ask around the way, niggas know i did that
pump drugs all night rockin a ski mask
We last longer than all these Frank heads
Take leds shake feds that like to break bread
Fuck Chicken-Heads thast part of my M.O
R.I.P. to My nigga in Yambo
Ya Looking for Twin I Got Tons of Ammo
in The Streets Everyday yall niggas forced to lay Low

I been through threats, Tec's [or sounds like Im to adress threats, tec's]
Pull out Tec's and Let Blecks [Blecks?]
Tec's, Dun The world Sweat

It's My Turn To Shine
I sparkle Like a Razor
My Style like a Box Cutta
Box Cutta Masta

I been through threats, Tec's
Pull out Tec's and Let Blecks
Tec's, Dun The world Sweat

It's My Turn To Shine
I sparkle Like a Razor
My Style like a Box Cutta
Box Cutta Masta

{Prodigy}
P a Bullshit Filter
I Run the comb through the hood and find my target,
.Comb the Hood.
Find his apartment, Infamous Wildlife
You food in the forest, nigga this MOB shit.
Here's a Riddle take him to the hospital
Whats Black with the White Sheet and Red All Over?
Over here's War, You Just another Dead Soldier
I Been around the world, but America is Colder.
Much More Fowl, Much More Wild
The Chopper gone Chop, The Popper Go Pow
This ain't no 80's Shit this is Right Now
I transcend Time This is Two Thousand Twelve
Ya Need a Hard smack in the Back a ya Head
This system Corrupt, Better wake up Kid
Cause there's nothing we can do cept spread the word
And then one day we can all shake the world.

Gambino & Scarface
Do it to def, How we gone do it, gone do it to def.
Prodigy & Havoc
Do it to the def, How we gone do it, gone do it to The def.
Joey & Bravo
Do it to def, How we gone do it, gone do it to def.
On the East and West Coast
Do it to def, How we gone do it, gone do it to The def.

I been through threats, Tec's [or sounds like Im to adress threats, tec's]
Pull out Tec's and Let Blecks [Blecks?]
Tec's, Dun The world Sweat

It's My Turn To Shine
I sparkle Like a Razor
My Style like a Box Cutta
Box Cutta Masta

I been through threats, Tec's
Pull out Tec's and Let Blecks
Tec's, Dun The world Sweat

It's My Turn To Shine
I sparkle Like a Razor
My Style like a Box Cutta
Box Cutta Masta



Credits
Writer(s): Albert Johnson, Jamal Raheem, Joey Chavez, Tavish Graham
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