Lyrics

Cage Open Up ©7-11-2021

Yea it’s Me... Mr Sloganator... Hello to The Haters... I ain’t Even put the Gators on...

No Snake Skins Either... What I Need with Some Jordan’s... Got my Own Lick... Sweeter...

You see Your Mama... Greet Her... Tell her Taurus... Don’t Even Cuss... that Lil Trouble Startin Boy... Ain’t Never Vulgar with Us...

Cuz... I been Knowin’ Crips Since I was Thirteen Fool... and I been Knowin’ Bloods Too... I’m from a Whole Different School...

Shake a Devil out His Shoes and Pick a Taurus when He Shootin... And if You Gangster then You Gangster...

And You Gangster Fo’ Ever... I’m a Hustler so I Tend to Gangster way Mo’ Better...

I ain’t gotta Use them Clever Words... I’m way too Real... I Dictionary at Will... I take the Whole Damn Scenario... spit it Right from Your Grill...

I’mma Have you Thinkin You Rappin... and AirWave Ready... let me remind you... I was Six Playin with a Machete...

(You remember what they said... Taurus Gone Shoot’em in the Head).... (I ain’t Even got’em Smoke’em... Cuz he Wish he Was Dead)... That Means Real Homeys... Up... and... You ain’t Gettin Nothin)...

You might Get a Bullet... or I Might Just Be Bluffin... Member how I Broke Up out that Squad Car (Trust it)...

Might Smoke your Whole Crew... Matter Fact... Might Get to Bussin... (I had One Goal in Mind... I could Bury your Behind)...

(And.. Put the Bill Sign... All Over Your Spine... and... You don’t Get a Lemon... You ain’t Even a Lymon)...

I’mma always Put...a Bitter Taste in Your Mouth... You always livin in a Cage... Yea you Shakin like a Mouse...

Let that Cage Open Up... I Bet that Rat get Taken Out...