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outside the box - nina b & jamie drastik lyrics

[intro: nina b]
remember me, it’s your girl nina b
you see what it is, thisis50.com
we ’bout to get in the sight for
some of the greatest gentlemen in the game
but, uh, gotta rep for the ladies
look

[verse 1: nina b]
while you shooting for the stars, i think outside the box
circle, circle, dot, thank god, i got my shots
’cause it’s lookin’ like the cooties, injections in they booties
i take one look at chicks and i hog spit [?]
while they be crew hoppin’, i be, i be shoe*shoppin’
i done turned deals down, and i still got options
five star poppin’, look at the cars i hop in
you know i’m on that dash like the pads they be rockin’

[interlude: jamie drastik]
check it out, your boy jamie drastik
mr. 305 inc. (check me out)
planet pit.com, let’s get it
dj k!llatouch, thisis50
check, look

[verse 2: jamie drastik]
we can start from the tick and we can land on the tock
and i can drop something new for every hand on the clock
or write another line for every fact they say is hot
they don’t notice what they hear
they just notice what they watch
bet, to be in the game, i play ball
give me hollywood girls for the fame, i’ll f*ck ’em all
when magazines call ’em on the cover of ’em all
is that enough press for you to listen to my songs?
so i faked a co*sign to the point that i was signed
screaming the label’s name without my name on the line
no, my devil’s 1/3 of a legendary group with a show on tv
would that put me in the booth?
say he’s a wrestler, i had fake b00bs
would you say that i could sing and i was mark in the booth
[verse 3: nina b]
hold up, wait a minute ’cause it gets worse
i’m c*cky, couldn’t be c*ckier
i’m what’s poppin’, and what’s pop*e*ler
’cause that only pop off at the lip
never popped off with the fourth to the fifth
a.c.p., i got a.d.d, me, can’t stay still
gotta make this cheese, my bill stack
i got cash to pill back and i don’t know
if your broke ass can feel that
y’all stop it, need new energy, can’t see me

[interlude: serius jones]
what up, y’all?
it’s serius jones
what i say, i say

[verse 4: serius jones]
what kinda melodies, that don’t believe in penalties?
just blowin’ in the wind like on vimbly
see you eatin’ and they turn into dinner fees
think i’ma forget coming back with the, “remember me?”
nah, homie, give me six degrees, seperation
b*tch n*ggas, this a dedication
heating the boil and doing record detonation
cleaning the oil and yeah, that’s weapon preparation
so tuck your face in and why you poutin’?
i love to turn your mole hill to a mountain
treat your veins like a falcon, your name like malcolm
you a heart’s on k!llin’ on, your heart’s in the countin’
you out here seeing visions, the slander, propaganda
n*ggas are changing their name to amanda
see, this kinda game make you wanna say, “f*ck it”
but, let’s get it, fifth, come on, let’s come up with a budget
i said, “i wasn’t going back streetside”
but my bread wasn’t exactly on the yeast side
that mean rising to the occasions on me, though
get down ’round, got my grind on nino
no ice tea though, send a white female
see, that’s that blind run, no sea gel
that sh*t’ll have you in the box like an email
you know what we sell, so hot, retail
spare me the details, we vacuum sealer
i guess i can chill out when i stack two million
laid back in the act, we the gat, no ceiling
the haters that gotta go to the bathroom feeler
see, you know this is easy, your man pastor kay
we doin’ this for jam master jay
get it right, you know i drop bars
thisis50, dot com
[interlude: pop dollarz]
pop dollarz, youngins in charge
15, early militia gang
y’all can hear

[verse 5: pop dollarz]
no matter how much you try, you still me
for real, my n*ggas was brought up so filthy
in god we trust, i’m keeping it real, b
you met the old me, now here’s the ill me
haha, i put it down for my burrow, let me sow less thorough
my flow is a clip full of metals, it’s hot like the devil
you ain’t need that, don’t do that, my finger was itchin’
i never shot at n0body but we could make it a difference
adolescent running round tryna get his weight up
game up for the hoes that never wait up
so, hope*la, i make the whole town shake up
you was tight until you heard me, so you wake up
my money made up, now all my n*ggas become clever
and i ain’t talking ’bout the vision on no simple letters
fingers to the sky, no lie, we gon’ do it better
me wear black and green and another terror (look, yeah)
my n*ggas from the block, they’ll show you what the gun do
actually with the glock, now that’s what i call a spun*through
oh, my fault, wrong word, i miss spin*through
i’m a beast on the beats thanks to the pencil
yeah, you know the name, they call ’em pop dollarz
plus, the little n*gga known to make them shots holla
i’m a rock wiler, you a rock wiler
punch him in the mouth than i drag him by his collar
yeah, i want who, where, why and what with me
’cause i got a team, that’s known to buck simmis
and they’ll burn your chest like a big cup of henny
he got a big stack and all i’ll say is, “gimme!”
look, and he gon’ do it, n*ggas ain’t stupid
i ain’t gon’ tell you again, that we are ruthless
the problem is that we did everything you doin’
and ain’t no suits for heavies, my n*ggas leave you toothless
[verse 6: jamie drastik]
yeah, see, he is none of the above
he’s an electrician still cutting lead to a plug (yeah)
i just need to connect, or better yet
a connect that will lead me to a check
what if mysp*ce was dope, i had fake plays with a real wax on
playing 10k a day, post a bunch of fake shows
so it looks like i’m paid, then post a blog that sold*out every day
am i getting closer? am i getting warmer?
should i be a c.o.? (undercover informer)
get my song played at the rock*up in harlem
would this make you say that i’m finally a problem?
what if i dissed my mom and told you i popped pills?
then, i dye my hair blonde
would that help towards the deal?
or i shot my own video, rented new wheels
throw money in the air, fake dollar bills
or we can make a movie, a movie on my life
but i’m from new york
so this time, let’s make the movie right
there’s narcotics in my ink, every time i write
i think i should do me, i could do it right
so put me in studio, leave the door cracked, let god come in
i give h*ll to the track, i still make an impact
without a page 6, f*ck a gimmick and that’s where the aids d*ck
i had meetings with some a&rs, it wasn’t really playing ball
they said, “three hundred thousand”
i said, “what we have this meeting for?”
they said that i can make you a star
blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
find the money, pardon the contract, read it off
it’s all about timing, f*ck russian signing
three fourths on the table, god, strike me if i’m lying

[outro: jamie drastik, nina b & pop dollarz]
jamie drastik
h*ll yeah
wow!

- nina b jamie drastik lyrics

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