Orange Box Cutter

LETRA

Orange Box Cutter

All that shootin', nobody got shot
All that lootin', nobody got guap
Nigga with the A, ni*** with the E-R
F*** how you sayin', I spray at you in the ER
I used to be nice to rappers
No more Mr. Nice Guy, I don't like these rappers
Hate dummies spittin' darts when the God speak
Take money, I'm be grant you a heart beat
Respect my office hours
Reach for the 'sket and off the coward

I'm married to the game, make the best man send a
Shot that goes zoom like an X-Men member
Ya'll niggas f*** around with rap
I don't f*** around, I'll f*** around and pound your hat
Walk around to diminish you dumb bastards
Bucktown, the Originoo Gun Clappaz, P
F*** outta here