Junkie knockin' on the door
Asking if my dad here
And I told em "No"
He said "Thank you I'll be on my way"
Junkie knockin' on the door
Asking if "my dad-" again
And I told em "No"
He said "Can you go and double check?"
"Tell em that my name is-"
So I went and woke him up
Told em that "-"
Is askin' for em
And he smacked his lips
Got up in his boxer briefs
Dug inside his boxer drawer
Grabbed his 44 hid it
Then he peeked outside the door
"Why the f*ck you at my house
Next time I'ma f*ck you up
I'ma serve you this one time
There won't be another one"
This was life everyday
Ain't go to church
Ain't ever prayed
Every now and then a raid
Then its back to day to day
Cameras set up for surveillance
Guard dogs
And we considered armed and dangerous
Black SRT
With the Black Ice fragrance
Golden Peak Sweet Tea drinkin'
Glock Aimin'
Cold hearted bastard
Never had a master-
My bedroom the old garage where the rats were
Life short
If this is it
I'ma live it faster
These words carved with pain
And then hit with lacquer
No choice but the streets
We don't got curbs
Black tar in the fleece
Dope in my momma purse
Nightmares never dreams
Peace when I'm in a hurst
Peace with the Springfield
Bloom when I let it burst
Keys in the crib
My bitch a mule
Left the keys with my rib
Yeah the keys to the whip
Pandora's Box shit
Never shoulda opened it
Keys in the crib
My bitch a mule
Left the keys with my rib
Yeah the keys to the whip
Pandora's Box shit
Never shoulda opened it
Gutz - Pandora's Box Lyrics
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Junkie knockin' on the door
Asking if my dad here
And I told em "No"
He said "Thank you I'll be on my way"
Junkie knockin' on the door
Asking if "my dad-" again
And I told em "No"
He said "Can you go and double check?"
"Tell em that my name is-"
So I went and woke him up
Told em that "-"
Is askin' for em
And he smacked his lips
Got up in his boxer briefs
Dug inside his boxer drawer
Grabbed his 44 hid it
Then he peeked outside the door
"Why the f*ck you at my house
Next time I'ma f*ck you up
I'ma serve you this one time
There won't be another one"
This was life everyday
Ain't go to church
Ain't ever prayed
Every now and then a raid
Then its back to day to day
Cameras set up for surveillance
Guard dogs
And we considered armed and dangerous
Black SRT
With the Black Ice fragrance
Golden Peak Sweet Tea drinkin'
Glock Aimin'
Cold hearted bastard
Never had a master-
My bedroom the old garage where the rats were
Life short
If this is it
I'ma live it faster
These words carved with pain
And then hit with lacquer
No choice but the streets
We don't got curbs
Black tar in the fleece
Dope in my momma purse
Nightmares never dreams
Peace when I'm in a hurst
Peace with the Springfield
Bloom when I let it burst
Keys in the crib
My bitch a mule
Left the keys with my rib
Yeah the keys to the whip
Pandora's Box shit
Never shoulda opened it
Keys in the crib
My bitch a mule
Left the keys with my rib
Yeah the keys to the whip
Pandora's Box shit
Never shoulda opened it
Asking if my dad here
And I told em "No"
He said "Thank you I'll be on my way"
Junkie knockin' on the door
Asking if "my dad-" again
And I told em "No"
He said "Can you go and double check?"
"Tell em that my name is-"
So I went and woke him up
Told em that "-"
Is askin' for em
And he smacked his lips
Got up in his boxer briefs
Dug inside his boxer drawer
Grabbed his 44 hid it
Then he peeked outside the door
"Why the f*ck you at my house
Next time I'ma f*ck you up
I'ma serve you this one time
There won't be another one"
This was life everyday
Ain't go to church
Ain't ever prayed
Every now and then a raid
Then its back to day to day
Cameras set up for surveillance
Guard dogs
And we considered armed and dangerous
Black SRT
With the Black Ice fragrance
Golden Peak Sweet Tea drinkin'
Glock Aimin'
Cold hearted bastard
Never had a master-
My bedroom the old garage where the rats were
Life short
If this is it
I'ma live it faster
These words carved with pain
And then hit with lacquer
No choice but the streets
We don't got curbs
Black tar in the fleece
Dope in my momma purse
Nightmares never dreams
Peace when I'm in a hurst
Peace with the Springfield
Bloom when I let it burst
Keys in the crib
My bitch a mule
Left the keys with my rib
Yeah the keys to the whip
Pandora's Box shit
Never shoulda opened it
Keys in the crib
My bitch a mule
Left the keys with my rib
Yeah the keys to the whip
Pandora's Box shit
Never shoulda opened it
Writer: Miguel Bailon
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