make a sound The air is perfectly still around me But the memories that I have are spinning Making me go insane I'm chained to the thought of losing
to make a sound The air is perfectly still around me But the memories that I have are spinning Making me go insane I'm chained to the thought of losing
is for my niggas I ain't nothin' but a lil' young Cash Money thug Only thing I was taught comin' up was guns and drugs So my thoughts is fucked up - I
maybe thats just the answer That we're after But after all We're just a bubble in a boiling pot Just one breath in a chain of thought The moments just
: In my rear view I watch you watching the twilight Behind the telephone lines With nothing to prove, or to assume Just thinking that your thoughts are
Break these chains Oh oh these chains that are holding me Ooh ooh my love It's all too much for me to take Take these chains Take these chains She never thought
things that your money could buy? She wanted gold chains, a brand new Louie You gotta spend money to get that coochie She'll find a man who thought he
it's a cop who's shot there's brutality Who do you blame? It's a shame because tha mans slain He got caught in tha chains of his own game How can I feel
road dawgs, official mob niggaz love to act up The first to bomb we rob niggaz I can be, lost in my own mind To be the boss only thought's grip on chrome
callin Couldn't stop myself from fallin, I'm all in Shit's gettin sleazy, believe me Best to take what ya need, but don't be greedy Cause in my mind, I see sunshine, I thought
the lower classes The ones you left out, jobs were givin', better livin' But we were kept out Made to feel inferior, but we're the superior Break the chains
rings] [Intro:] [50 Cent:] Hallo? Oh, shit nigga! Oh, shiit! [Tony Yayo:] Fuck is going on? [beat starts] [Chorus: Biggie sample from: "Suicidal Thoughts
chain (now), See robberies turn to murder, I do shit you ain't heard of, Change my mind and just pop em, In the blink of an eye, I know you thought I
But I will make you a corn on the cob, you'll be performin for God Either that or rob you on your boulevard Bet you never thought for a second niggaz'
: [Intro] Yeah I'm Tryin to catch me sumthin I'ma catch you sumthin [Chorus] nigga that watch is nice that's what you bought from me that chain is
semen The physical presence of a femaleS, THE form of a demon That's why, I fuck 'em and leave 'em Get my nut while I'm breathin' 'Cause they thought
and his chain We not the same, he a lame He want pussy I'm bout my money man Crap table in Vegas had his bitch on my dick Threw a 7 so many times they thought
get tore out the framee T.Vs in the Rangee I'm in ta nice thanggs I slang weed (snort) Coc-ainee and Herio-anee 50 Cent Thats my namee Nigga I bring the painn You thought
