Comin’ Out the Cage

[Verse 1: Tweedy Bird Loc]
Nigga like me wanna live, tired of bein' broke
Punks, stop creepin', teachin' niggas not to sell dope
You wasn't singin' when yo ass was slangin'
Couldn't say a rap to save yo life, too busy gang-bangin'
Mothafuckas ain't treated equal
Time for us gangstas to start bangin' for our people
I bang for the next nigga tryin' to make it
And if some punk mothafucka wanna take it
Straight for the gat with the aim of an OG
Fadin' at OE, bumpin' fuckin' oldies
And won't sell out for a grand and some cents
Watchin' out, niggas throw the others on rents
Since I gotta have it one way or another
Your tomb did to it comin' up like brother
I don't need no problems, life is already hard
Keep fuckin' with me, you'll end up in a graveyard
So here's a mothafuckin' tip
In '92 and '93 Tweedy's comin' out with some shit
By sellin' dope while lyrics are gettin' paid
Guess whos next? Now NiNi X is comin' out the cage

[Verse 2: NiNi X]
For a few mothafuckin' years I've been held down
Niggas tell the cops, they don't help, but they still clown
They wanna break somebody up who's got fame
Then they claim this good for they punk name
When all the violence in the streets
But me, of course, country trip put me the CPT
'Cause Ohio ain't no place to be comin' up
Not in music, so on to the Greyhound Bus
I went, I came, and now I'm here
My producer Red put me on for a whole year
But I ain't with that fairy little stuff
So, the