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Trapped! (Rage) · Trapped In Crime (C-Murder) · Trapped In (Division of Laura Lee) · Trapped in the Body of a White Girl (Julie Brown) · Trapped in Crime [Clean] (C-Murder) · On the Loose/Trapped by a Thing Called Love (Denise LaSalle) · Trapped (T. Lyles) · Trapped! (Rage) · Trapped (St8 of Grace) · Free Souls in a Trapped Environment (Citizen Fish) – and 90 other albums »


but it's really rap money
Twenty  for a hoe and that's really trap money

B.A.
Blue lights flashin, checkin out my mansion
Gangster so flashy,
the house with the boards on the windows
Trap, trapping out the house with the boards on the windows

Trapped out the bando, got tools like Rambo
Got bird
bales by the bundle
Got hunnids that's gone, there's a hun' in the joint
That's a hundred on hundred
Trapped out the house with my partners
We went
When I wake in the morning time you're the only thing that lights my mind.
In a daze in the afternoon you creep into my inside.
When alone all
Was a ghost, I was adored by you
I trapped an owl, I shot a hare for you
Can I ignite? Can I burn like never before?
What you desire it's inside
wouldn't be murdering, (your own people like)
Oh ya see, it's a trap, (it's a trap, that's what it's called by the way)
It's a trap

It's a trap night
obsession? 
Trapped by lust, nudity an obscenity. 
Shading its darkness with light. 
Fooled I am drawn toward the gates of jade. 
Garden gates forever trap
to look on the bright side of things

Rotating heads, friends in high places
No need to guess what he's got in that briefcase
A mind like a gin-trap, one
to look on the bright side of things

Rotating head, friends in high places
No need to guess what he's got in that briefcase
A mind like a gin-trap, one
to look on the bright side of things

Rotating head, friends in high places
No need to guess what he's got in that briefcase
A mind like a gin-trap, one
blasted' em
So perhaps, you're catchin' mad snap like that
Nigga black, smack but you caught by the death trap

You can't come back, back
No matter what you
blingin'
I could sell this loud for like a quarter million
I could sell this loud for like a quarter million

Trap phone
Trap phone
Trap phone

Know
ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots
and drug spots, well if you're too poor to move out
or get a new house, it's like livin in a war walkin through
Hey, rebel soul
Rebel soul

I feel just like I'm trapped by nighttime
I sleep with one eye open in the day
I've walked the wrong way but I've walked
collapsing, what the future holds
So uncertain, what's the point
Live in fear and trap yourself inside
Walls so high you can't get out

Trapped inside
estelle is a vampire
she has a novel way of leaving her calling card
sing along by the campfire
she'll leave her mark while she's stealing your
Trapped inside my self-capsule
For a journey into an atmosphere
A darkened space I'm floating in
Although I am not here

I'm caught, a room,
Hey, rebel soul
Rebel soul

I feel just like I'm trapped by nighttime
I sleep with one eye open in the day
I've walked the wrong way but I've walked
the light
Away from the sound
Make a trap for the beast
Dig his burial mound
Dig for your life
Dig to the death
Dig for salvation
Till your very last
on the cracks
Or split the poem, candle light, flickers so bright, I feel the wick
Can kick a sicka flow and spill it like a liquor store

I spit the shit to make
like "as seen on tv" now
Well gimme the keys to your house
2 stacks of 45's and I'm turning off the lights now:
Don't say no right now!
Rent thirty days late, gotta be gone by Saturday
Tired of sellin' cocaine, folks tryna trap me
Every night dreamin 'bout livin' life lavish
Rent thirty days late, gotta be gone by Saturday
Tired of sellin' cocaine, folks tryna trap me
Every night dreamin 'bout livin' life lavish
A watch
the light
Away from the sound
Make a trap for the beast
Dig his burial mound
Dig for your life
Dig to the death
Dig for salvation
Till your very last
don't want no part of the gun spray
I would hate to pull it in one stray
That's where the innocence by stand
We're trapped inside these tenements like