The things that matter to us are destroyed by someone's desire An unbearable chain is repeated forever from long ago It is such a stupid thing It is
Fresh [Raps] If you's a gangsta homey bop ya head, let 'em hang I see ya shake it shawty, gon girl, do ya thang Do the chain, just a watch and a pinky
one steel Shiny trey-pound, black 9-mil Magucci leather got me shoe crazy Quarter mil' vehicle and I'm a oops baby And if I'm wearin my chain it's 380
: [50 Cent:] It no secret You know that A nigga want to fuck Its time for chain gang I'm saying mayne "Dont you tell me whats up" [Chorus: 50 Cent]
" [Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice] Have you ever met a girl who dressed real fly And wanted all the things that your money could buy? She wanted gold chains,
they got aluminum foil for a chain The paints the same color as oil in the Range I'm stingy ain't got nothin for you but some change I'm good now but the fact
Mother never let me forget my history Hoping I was set free chains never put on me Wanted to be more than just free Had to know the true facts about my
youth of the ghettos And one by one we are being wiped off the face of this earth At an extremly alarming rate And even more alarming is the fact that
misserble, they brag about jags with datons, with the navigation, then they wake up to a cab , you wavey, your life's imaginating, and exagertatin, all the cash your makin, and the facts
to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh) [50 Cent Verse] Now look i know you into the shiny things The platinum chains and the diamond rings The
for ya back-up But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up God's on ya side, shit I'm aight wit that We reload them clips and come right back It's a fact
Unit, UTP, 50 Cent, get 'em bucked [50 Cent] 50 Cent, that's my name Man I ain't fuckin' playin' I move on you wit' that Mac mayn (Mac mayn) Come off, now watch your chain
I aint playin I'll be, In front of your crib, layin, wit the mack ta start sprayinn Any nigga thats in the game, for the fame, gotta be a lamee Crackers'll put ya in chains
: [Intro: Talking] An A&R once told me "you can determine the worth of a song within 15 seconds of it playing" With complete n utter lack of the fact
in chains at the top of the hill Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille He could die happily ever after Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't
: First of all, shout to Chiddy Bang yo. But it's Webby and I still be Off The Chain. So I'll get your girl and do what you seeing on Bang Bros. Stacking
Which is few, trust son, most of them are fake Rockin' so many chains they're getting' scoliosis from the weight Doin' shows and gettin' paid and it's a fact
but don't think I wont fill your ass with both foot And no you never lost your brain You can't understand cause I talk with slang Bent off the chain,
