usually come back this way From a place that was dark as I was in Just to get to this place Now let these words be like a switch blade to a haters rib cage
you want beef, it's too tough, called your bluff Shot you at such close range, blew out your eardrum Caught you with my mack, blast your cage our your
it, this is what I tell God I made it, upgraded, man I found me a dream and I chased it I was wasting time in and out of cages Now I?m in that S6, feels
them less Benjamins Peace to rich men, Jews with snowflakes spinning Rip camera sins, tropical winds blew my fellings in We're jungle chameleons, some be 9
, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy I see, I come at night, boy, I kill you, you make me They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me I'll come back
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo No more games, I'ma change what you call rage Tear this mothaf****n' roof off like two dogs caged I was
out on the streets of a runaway American dream At night we ride through the mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out on highway 9
game sometimes you lose ya man But 25 to life wasn't in the plan, how do I pick up the pieces? I keep fallin' to pieces, every time that I see you caged
Malcolm and King gone Tales from the hood is what I sing on a rap song Everybody petrified ever since 9/11 The hood was under attack before 9/11 Tell
in the way. It's the same for everybody to degrees. We all get that foggy freeze and sometimes it feels like %&$#*%(&")""$%@*%)*&"%(65("$8%$#&3("5(&%)9%9
'm busy Professor with the books ? with a Smith &a Wesson Trying to make it to the top, 100,000 miles away Somewhere in Gabon, where guerillas known to fly cage
sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out on highway 9
, let me get my strap (cause) We ain't taking shit, so therefore we're fighting back We ain't waiting on the line for a 9-1-1-9-9 whatever man, I ain'
get my stack Cause we ain't taking shit so therefore we'll fight them back We ain't waiting on the line for a 9 1 1 9 9 Whatever man I ain't got time
[Bun B] Let's get it started like transmission and alternators Got the keys in the cage ready for who you call the greatest Takin 'em down from the biggest
with the BB's on Gun in your face, and I ain't shoot BB's dawg {"Put some money on it"} [Crooked I] SLAUGHTERHOUUUUSE! [Royce Da 5'9"] Slaughter gon
find it They are the audience I am the lyricist Sometimes the suckas on the side gotta hear this Page, a rage and I'm not in a cage Free as a bird to
hatchback Play my music let everyone know that I can rhyme But I got shipped to iraq and I stepped on a land mine Like a wild bull let out the cage and