fuckin high I need a parachute. "Gucci Mane, do you remember me from last month?" "Girl, I can't remember nothin but my last blunt" Bling blau diamond necklaces for every chain
rich And let Dre mix the shit and drive off in the Range Ro' 'Cause everywhere I go they love the bling bling flow Bang bang look at the way my chain
just blew a thousand Swisher Sweets In my black and orange Charger, call it trick or treat It ain't nothin' to a boss, my goons got goons House stupid
I need a Winn-Dixie grocery bag full of money Right now to the VIP section You got Young Mula in the house tonight baby Yeah, hello, yeah! Young, young
chain I say get up! I came to bring you that California love And a lil' New York hatin' it's all of the above I'm not playin' I'm sayin' I'm off the chain
chain reaction We're both affected when we least expected it And when we touched then it all connected Every choice we're make and every road we take Every interaction starts a chain
life, Ain't nothin' to make a change or two, Nuttin' to nuttin' to break chains over you Yeah your spittin' but I break out you Now, shame, your lookin' at my rent house
and misery In the house of the rising sun Well, I got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain
O Save all your accolades, just the dough My game is wide, all lames aside Tryin' to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet Foolish, ain't I? The chain
' with them thugs from the R-O-C Sigel, Sigel in the house Sick bastard, get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer Memph Bleek in the house Still
I'm just so fresh so clean (So fresh and so clean clean) I love when you stare at me I'm just so fresh so clean (So fresh and so clean clean) Canary yellow seven house
cocked back Me and my homies, so drop that We rollin' on twenties, with the top back So much money, you can't stop that Now where'd you get that platinum chain
Can't see nothin' in front of me Can't see nothin' coming up behind I make my way through this darkness I can't feel nothing but this chain that binds
It was the morning of October 6th, 1960 I was wearing my brown suit Preparing to leave the house of D Shook some hands then adios Brooklyn amigos Maybe
the Death Row and Bad Boy Beef Had streets locked with raw talent, I laugh at the weak So this about cleaning up house, my own backyard Famous home of
down cameras flashin lights when i hit town im on my kayne shit now you know how i get around you see how my rims glow you see how my chains shine i cant
now Paul Cain hes in the building Street Fam Its about to go down Fab please please bless it [Fabolous:] Yes sir Got my homie Paul Cain in the house
When I was a little boy (when I was just a boy) And my mother would call my name (when I was just a boy) She'd say I had to be in the house by seven (