Songtexte:
Cage For Your Box

put two rocks in Kurt loaders head, for sub [Chorus: Cage] This is for the whores, and the kicked over stores And 54 dollars in my pocket on tour This is for

(feat. Greedy Fingers) [Cage] I met this chick in the club took her to the telly for back rubs split a dozen dutches ate a hundred drugs we tripping

mic Creep like a thief in the night, sneak in your crib, leave with your wife Repent for your recordings When the engineer said your vocals were too hot

cater all around the devil block, trouble not, im ready for em, niggas they know im ready for them, im the hardest ima ?? so im heated heavy for it, why you lookin for

like lightening, Fighters keep fighting, put your lighters up, point em?f skyward uh Had a dream I was king, I woke up, still king?c This rap game?fs nipple is mine for

in a box, who'll win the race, Ask no questions in this case, What's left is only you and your illusions, Charity is all your duty, they preach you: sharing your goods is your

flame niggas too is sharin' sequals Never payin' for no pussy You can shake it you can keep it to your self hoe Andre: You left your morals at the

be rockin' more wires than a cable box Hit you with a fatal shot, lay you to rest Get your cradle rocked, by two glocks aimed to your chest They say

cut your fuckin' head off and have Kim auction your head (Beehive) See the kid don't rap for love, I rap for cheques Even if I know you, I demand respect