Letras:
Black Box Hold On

Hold on, hold on Hold on, hold on Cocaine, cocaine to go Straight to your brain Hold on, I think the game is over Hold on and try again to feel all

Real Talk Of New York [Verse 1: Fabolous] Its all eyes on me like Mr. Shakur So they wanna (pause) the door Chicks come around and put kisses on the

think they got the game sewed, yeah right I'm air tight, fresh in them Air Nikes If the Navi outside, I might be there Black hoodie, black 9, black wifey

like a black rose crack in the seemen.My love for you lives on like the memory of alliyah singing her last song and Your love for me it never die like a black

hood) so we used to the killin Used to the black males (makin cracksales in the buildin) (How else you get the benz) with the suede on the ceiling? (Blood

on me, but if I die bury me a motherfuckin G A open casket on them bastards so they all remember me With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece Thug

of saxophones Therefore I'm on the move with the squad I'm stingy as ever, known to trick fast food on a broad Picture me putting jewels on a broad I'd rather put shoes on

Porsche spots drop Gun in the stash box Get ya bitch ass shot stuntin around here (here) Flow so hot They say I got it locked Hold on a second homie,

I will turn black and white Become that horoscope you're reading It predicts something good is on its way Oh, and then I will send you the world green and blue In a box