Fans with a mic wanna battle, they all shit So I push cop killers and things, they call quits Then let off one in the crowds, they all hits I snap a
wants you here You smashed his head and the man died And there's a murmur loud From the appearing crowd Searching for motives and reasons why Now take a
to me.. [Cage] My boy just found his mom dead Days after she got her palm read She's 'bout to drown and what made me a jarhead Not a marine but I'm
the red bandana, even if you put me in a cage full of orangurtan's I'll show you how bangers bang Four five cocked back, move the crowd like Dana Dane
Young Money, yeah Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower But it's fuck the world, get a child out her Yeah, my life a bitch, but you know nothing 'bout
't a rapper he'll kill you (Repeat) [Big Punisher] Till my last breath I'll have death before dishonor (come on) and welcome drama(yeah) Wit open arms and a
sick How could I be born into a life like this? Cuz I'm living to die for you Living to die for you Why's the world so crowded? No space to move my ass
Back with a vengeance, back with the business Ia??m a vet with a pension, a man with a vision Ia??m a man on a mission, so crowd around listen This
a start now that's how you do it Carbon fiber through the Spyder playin' rider music Ain't no question of my resume, I gotta prove it Life's a bitch
why, nothing ever seems to change If it does it's for the worse, seems it's just a modern curse Sometimes when I take a peek outside of my little cage
aint a Game All black gold chain, looking like the saint is playin' He sold a milli, I'm vanilli So it aint a thing to make it rain in a hundred dollar
when the inmate's dead They hang a new one to my fame If I walked the streets a free man In the heat I couldn't terrify a crowd But in a silent home
a Game All black gold chain, looking like the saint is playin' He sold a milli, I'm vanilli So it ain't a thing to make it rain in a hundred dollar bills
Just like a black crow What tears your flesh with fire Bites you a torturing desire The instict what's preying your mind From inside destroy you But
a whack open mic cafe on stage So many biters, I performed in a shark cage In dark shades durin' the Central Park raids I walked out with a book of paper
'all really do not know watz about to approach (Bitch) I'll kill ya quicker then a some rake could kill a roach (Bitch) I'm harder then your dick wen
I'm just a token of your flirtation Nothing more than a description You're just a guy, just a kid from a place where your philosophy is a catastrophe
