Outside The Box

[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!