Chains(Explicit)

Feat

Killah priest masta killa

Let it flow

Deh deh duh

Yeah

It's on

Beh deh deh deh

Den e neh

On

Yo

Aiyo

Keep on knowin' what you know

Keep on knowin' what you know

End up

Up

Up

In chains

Chains

Chains

Back in '88

Son was gettin' a little paper

Caught a few stings

Rocked the phat rope cables

Pushed the white mercury sable

Known for holdin' heat

Pharoah garmer marks on his feet

Serpents whisper

You can smell the deceit

They greet me like peeps

To blend

And try to befriend

To get up

Underneath the skin

My long wind'll blow ya head piece degrees

Murder one team

Barcelini noodle had lean

Microphone fiend

Step into the rhythm

This is how I'm servin' them

No need for medic attention

I just murder them

Murder them

P***y

I just murder them

I'm a dip dip diverse

Socializer

I'm a hoof flat top rule

In eighty niner

They say rugged

By now

You should of at least blown

It's funny

I'm mad famous for being unknown

I'm just a dirty motherf**ker

They hate my guts

All I talk about is b***hes

And bustin' nuts

Yeah

I got a foul mouth

Yeah

I cuss too much

I'm just so ricky ricardo

Ri di cu lous

And I ain't got no fly whip

I still ride the bus

I got mitch blood green on the scene with us

Hospitable

Hitable

Cooler

Than jacob who criminal

Miracle

Lyrical

Take every syllable literal

Little riddle

Profitable

Visible

Iritibal

Little brittle

Pitiful

For so through little

You tickle

You typical

Yeah

I talk s**t

I'm cocky with it

It's hard for you to admit it

But I'm one of the best in it

My mind is haunted

Filled with the extension of slaves that's torment

Slow down my steps

One foot from the grave to con it

Our young black males

They lick pon gate

Son of the morning

Roasted souls

Tell minister come pray

It's gun trade inside of smokey apartments

Flow process

One nine

Two tech

Four revolvers

Coke overballing kettels

It's like we struck oil in the ghetto's

We supply it to addict's

The devil work

He practice

He's like a search backwards

'Til they throw that dirt in our casket

And that's it

I live where the fiends are nothin'

Just a scene of the projects

Similar to

Osama's

An old man

At the top of the stairs

He just stare

Cuz his mind ain't there

Victim of the war

Polar signs

The times is near

He drop the jewels

'Til you buy him a beer

He said he was a linebacker for the bears

Said he did it all back

While he's dryin' his tear

Yeah

It's that real s**t

That made me

That music from the '80's

The child's of the '70's

I live long 'til they bury me