Cop Hell Nighthawks (Cage and Camu Tao)

[Hook: Cage]
Cop Hell, co-co-cop hell (crooked)
Cop, cop hell, cop, cop hell, (crooked, crooked)
Cop hell, cop, cop hell (crooked)
Cop, cop hell, cop, cop hell

Cop Hell, co-co-cop hell (crooked)
Cop, cop hell, cop, cop hell, (crooked, crooked)
Cop hell, cop, cop hell (crooked)
Cop, cop hell, cop, cop hell

[Cage]
Street mu' fuckas wan' steal, this, shit
Sweet mommy butter gon' feel, this.. dick
Perfect aim, of purple rain, I hurt your dame
The first with 'caine, and my department sayin'
Shit, so I picked up, fixed up
Every connect that get the six up, got the feds mixed up
With cartels, cream machines like Carvel
Gettin' brain in the back of the plane like doorbells (Ding Dong)
Who is it? liquid kids, they gifted jizz
All work and no play, find a different busi'
Sprayin' pipe, or layin' pipe, my game is tight
Dead bitch in the ceilin' do you think she'll stay tonight?
Plate it right, I'm in my own hell, oh.. well
Little piece of heaven every time these hoes' sell
That sour broten every hour plottin'
P-O-L-I-C-E-M-A.. N rottin' in