gold plate, my slang kills My Benz spills, what up Lils? Murder one Dunn Killer bee stung, guess who back home, Son? My technique of slang camp won, third platoon soon Cristal bottles, cages
news about killah priest, ya know] I've found a star, [out here, right now it's madness, ] Where do we go from here, [things going on, word, shooting
no escape There's no eat no drink cant take a break No seat to sit down you gotta stand up The record on the wheel reacts like a handcuff Your in a cage
"} Kill niggaz real easy dawg Ghost in the flesh, fuck a Ouija Board Droptop Beamer with the BB's on Gun in your face, and I ain't shoot BB's dawg {"Put
killing every rapper in the game And holding something up My haze said to me You need to calm down when the rage come to you 'Fore a grave or a cage
you feel if niggas wanted you killed? You'd probably move to a new house on a new hill And choose a new spot if niggas wanted you shot I ain't a thug
, a killa but Mack I'll be the dope deala Killa county is a state, murda Killa county is a state, murda Killa county is a state, murda Killa county is
house For fuckin' round, runnin' off at his damn mouth Yep, back in the days it wasn't 'bout fame Plus it wasn't 'bout a name and it wasn't no thang To kill
ya face Like Nicholas Cage, the way that I feel is thrill Fuck a dollar bill, I live for the slaves that got killed From the white sheets walkin', snitch
can rap 'til you blue in the face You'll probably turn into smurfs with the time that you waste Throughout history they thrown shots at the greats But I shoot
' chances runnin' around upon me I got somethin' waitin' in a cage for you Wipe that smile off your face when you see us ridin' through Killin' 'em all
takin chances runnin around upon me I got somethin waitin in a cage for you Wipe that smile off your face when you see us ridin through Killin 'em all
death/ And ever since, I've been convinced that it's kill or be killed/ Had the young mind of a scholar, but society failed/ Josiah Ben Rasu, they caged
That's how we roll On tour getting loot boy That's how we roll 22's in the boot boy That's how we roll Not only guns, movie shoots boy True boys We stay
Wayne] Pardon my gang affil, But you're stepping on a rod in the danger field Weezy Baby, how do the Manger feel? Respect my aim because I aim to kill
a step ahead of Satan, I read it in Revelations Forget your reputation, let's make it a better nation 'Cause they trying to cage us in make us slaves
Justification in my rage, Born into hope then led to a Cage. The Culture now yours, A man and his whores, subjugating our dreams, armageddon phallusies. Blowing your whistle and shooting
if you had to kill against your strongest will You wouldn't shoot that bullet late Please don't judge me so wait just before you go Come up closer to the cage