it?) We can hit the club with a dutch and a dub with it, nigga don't cuff it if you ain't in love with it Matter fact let your bruh(bro) get it, please
witt me Sometimes I just sit and think You know it's hard to express it y'all That's why I put it all in ink We ain't black or white Matter fact we
gon' do it, it ain't gon' work, you ain't gon' prove it Even though that hurt, I just skated past that Look, everybody got dreams about ki's Chains full
sir Let's do it Yes sir Yo, on and on and my nuts I'm palming Take two of these and call me in the morning You should see the way the chain heart is
me This shit makes circumstances much more devious My murderous material Got shorties livin mischievous Smokin em is the easiest The hard part is dealin with the fact
what they needed them to mean What made them real was the action in between She dreamt that Assata was free in they old house in Queens The fact that
em, pourin' up a deuce and ridin' slab Now I gotta work my wood grain wheel Poppin? trunks, poppin? grills, still poppin? seals High up in the hill with my mind on mill Piece of chain
Chorus:] Maybe it's my demeanor Or the fact that my jewelery clean Or the way i lean in the beemer Or maybe its the fact that i'm the shit Yeah I
gon' hit the flo' Well, I hops out the 'Lac, diamond in the back You can tell by the way I made 'Tipsy', I'm a mack Show-off in fad, show-off the fact
And I'm back in this bitch G-Unit When I come through I'm comfortable 49's 45's a pump or two We don't permit outsiders amongst the crew Matter fact
[Verse 1:] Is This Is A Dream? Is My Car This Mean? Am I Imagining Things? Diamond In The Back Of My Cadillac If This Aint A Fact (Oh No) Don't Wait On
award Never lost to emcee's as lame as y'all Trick a bitch car payment off I'm a orangutan when the chain is off, nigga I set trip and I slowly blas
it feel, keep Cochran on my heels Who rock the black and back out? Now the MAC back out, just bout to blackout Got the ROC on my back, SP on my chain
No resident of France But you swear I'm from Paris 106 Karats Told em "Naw that's pure rich" Trying to compurr (compare) this My chain to your chain
even got a Nascar And you know we fucked up at it boss Aiyo my radar read, maps in Japanese Clap at Gs, smack 'em back on their Es Drop on wacks, simple facts
pants No resident of Francebut you swear I'm from Paris Hundred-six karats - total? Naw that's per wrist Trying to compurr this - my chain to yo' chain
pants No resident of France but you swear I'm from Paris Hundred-six karats, total? Naw, that's per wrist Trying to compurr this, my chain to yo' chain