He's snapped and now he's trapped, first he killed his neighbor's cats,
They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans
For the new cats to come and take the fame
But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game
So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese
Are tearin' at the system, they released dogs and streets' police,
I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling
If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening
You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup
Am like wolves like battling dogs but
87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks
Take a tab of acid and hang with with cats in hats,
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