Outside The Box

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 Killatouch, 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 fuck '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 boobs 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 cocky, couldn't be cockier 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 Bitch niggas, 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 killin' on, your heart's in the countin' You out here seeing visions, the slander, propaganda Niggas are changing their name to Amanda See, this kinda game make you wanna say, "Fuck 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 shit'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 niggas 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 nobody 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 nigga known to make them shots holla I'm a rockwilder, you a rockwilder 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, niggas 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 niggas 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 MySpace 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 hell to the track, I still make an impact Without a page 6, fuck a gimmick and that's where the aids dick 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, fuck Russian signing Three fourths on the table, God, strike me if I'm lying [Outro: Jamie Drastik, Nina B & Pop Dollarz] Jamie Drastik Hell yeah Wow!