4 in the Box

[Verse 1: Guilty Simpson] I'm terrific, fantastic Past sick, dudes get their asses kicked Past kicked, they might get blasted Casket, my case, basket Bad shit for acting like as if Your boy ain't let mags spit, not true The next hot crew is here to drop new Like parolees when POs tell them to stop through Fuck what you got, nice Glock You acting like the people made yours in shop My homie up the block had four in the box He told me now he got three A brand new forty that I call Ol' E You speak the language, I keep the stainless In case these snakes want to breach arrangements With Random Axe it's not beef it's Angus