Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,
So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots
You just another tool in the tool box
I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots
Ten years in an aluminum box
Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks
The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
Coolest thing to come out the ice box
I hated, some ritalin, some white socks
I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops
Fuck the pot i forgot - to sock it in a box
And we no la de de da i don't care for any people
It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
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