CK Won Cage

[Intro]
Look y'all gotta get in fuckin' line if you want to get served...
Put the money in her.... look I know y'all used to them bottles of that piss yellow...
You fuck this we closin' shit out...

[Verse 1]
If I'm as ill when I'm makin' my arms achin'
Holdin' this baby over the roof when my Incubus CD skips...
My wrist slips, look over the edge and scored a bitch
On the land of them flips man start handin me dames or clips
Fuck it - start squeezin' - shootin' mo'fuckers for no reason
Am I buggin when I burst in flames after rubbin' - gasoline on my arms and chest and start huggin'
People in the precinct like cousins by the dozens when they question me I say where I wasn't
Pretty BM puttin holes in your civic out the window shermed up if you say I don't live it
Shits landin' your grills holdin' a divot large enough for a cow's femur to pivot
Or is it Chris Palko that's givin' these bitches mouthfuls
Then it's thank you notes on their face with scalpels

[Hook]
CK won, if you see Cage run
Your dough bitches I leave and tip y'all in ones
Out of dough you might wake up with a mouth full of cum
And this ether rag to wipe with when I'm done

CK won yeah if it's CK run
Your pockets dawg you keep the lint and the crumbs
If you climb out the trunk be happy to see sun
Not get the fuck back to work and get me some more funds