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I.O.S. - Cardboard Box lyrics
Verse 1: (Havoc)
 41st side nigga, them thirsty side niggas
 number one pick, gutter litter, leavin' 'em bitter
 how the fuck a nigga 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 bitch on her period, don't even wanna see you 
 unless you got what I need, and we sure not peoples
 only niggas that I fuck wit' could hold what I bust wit'
 a one minute nigga, hit 'em like when I nut quick
 got a bad ass bitch that'll fuck your clique 
 ass so fat, make the illest nigga dry snitch 
 it's time to stretch on these cats 'cause my dogs is restless
 the number one sinner mothafucka, repent this.
Chorus -
 Fuckin' wit' us will leave you in a cardboard box
 fuckin' wit' us will leave you leakin', callin' the cops
 with nothin' to bust? we'll leave you in a fucked up spot
 and you don't even wanna be that nigga claimin' a spot. 
 (repeat)
Verse 2: (The Jackal)
 Play stupid, 32 shots nigga, 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, niggas just pop off 
 got that feelin' inside, who willin' to ride?
 aight here, take this Four-Five
 cardboard box these niggas off sides
 rap nigga live, rap niggas alive
 that nigga high, gangsta stroll, stackin' to the sky 
 poppin' his collar nigga, 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 CarterI.O.S. - Cardboard Box - http://motolyrics.com/ios/cardboard-box-lyrics.html
 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 whored by another Mans rules
 It's a pimp and ho game, you gotta respect the business 
 but I only mob with thugs and gangsta niggas 
 it seems nowadays snitches get respect 
 ya'll don't know a real nigga '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 niggas start snitchin'
 bitchin', little niggas start missin'
 we provide ya'll with the truth and facts 
 ya'll don't wanna give me burn with these ruthless raps
 shit, I'll bounce ya'll ass 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 niggas 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 niggas '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 shit, 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 nigga up to the pearly gates 
 makin' sure every other live nigga heard of Nate
 guaranteed to boost the murder rate 
 if it don't it will niggas, chill just give it some time
 how much pain can a nigga provide?
 ya'll niggas rhyme?








