the dominant Straircases on dot, your man, Crime Syndicate Shine like white fine on fickel-plated razors Frequently cave us for selling dead birds in live cages
if you feel me get this ho shit jumpin' So don't believe e'rythin' you hear Just like a Q-tip, niggaz be all in ya ear Three sixty five days of the
I can care for I got to give it up Find someone to love me I got to let it go Find someone that I can care for My Mother died when I was five And all
Eighteen soldiers, five days away Caged in silence, lying awake Ragged tirades are dead at the stake Raging sirens but nobody pays We got nothing but
was a seed who would grow up just as crazy as she Don't dare make fun of that baby 'cause that baby was me I'm a criminal, an animal caged who turned
I get down, run myself in the ground 'Fore I put some wack shit out I'm tryin' to smack this one out the park, five thousand mark Y'all steady, tryin
fair You we down in Vegas, money, skies too courageous And yo, I'm on the run but still rip stages And call me Animal Thug when I'm in cages I used
a bitch suckin' his dick) Oh shit, son, she slurpin' and burpin' (fuck that) listen, listen, listen, listen (oh shit he gettin' his dick sucked) [ghostface killah] Five
all my niggas Crack spot niggas we made it Chicken ass mothafuckas, envious bitches Yo, you know what y'all Make me wan' pop sumthin', no champagne Two-five
I had to find the best design to Fuck with the massive motherfuckers minds, and pockets So I sold [Incomprehensible] kits and alleyway thigh splits for two bits And five
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
glock Dinero, Louch, bounce to the coup with No trouble all my niggas bubble like goose Or geese, nauticale fleece it aint nothin' But now I can drop twenty-five
then you don't owe me money It's about to get ugly, fuck it, dog, I'm hungry I guess you know what that mean, come up off that green Five niggaz or a
s at your door Five, six, got guns and clips Seven, eight, they seld your faith One, two, GP's comin for you Three, four, Tecca's at your door Five, six
away in the black cadillac 'cause you know I got shit to do Fake id, 'cause I been murderin' muthafuckas like hiv As I creep real slow through your blood vessels Five
Heaven, living in a California cage, y'all trying to study me Gangbangin' a never die, it's too much love You always gonna get niggas like us, you know
What do it matter, they just relate to Binnis Girl fucked my man like Jada from Innis But I play to the finish, got blazed in a blemish Least I wasn't caged