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
become strangers, Pachangas Pa-Pa-Pachangas, Pa-Pa-Pachangas See when the love is gone then it's just B.S. left Just niggaz with chains on tryna be S
room We cant hide the money here, we need a bigger room Let me show you what I stand fo, Jesus Schwarzenegger call me commando On that Remy Martin, nigga matta fact
Yeaaa, Uh. Let me introduce me, I don?t gotta pack due to the fact I?m Africa?s Rap Bruce Lee Plus they?ve been trying to shoot me since I was two feet
: Money Made No Change In fact it was More Pain B?s gone Who?s To Blame? Look At All These Youths Today Rollin? Round with 38?s Stickin Bredda?s For the White Gold Chains
hella questions About my doe I pulled out my chain And had to let her kno She like Damn baby boy That's hella flow I'm not Jibbs But my chain hang hella
And it's like Christmas when I drop Erybody get a present Flow hotter than a desert I'm flyer than a phesant I'm higher then a parot Hundred thousand dollar chain
of done anything to give a nancy but she was fantasize had to flp in somethin fancy just to get her attention had to floss a piece and chain went to
be baldheaded so a hat is what I brand you Here's a couple of bitch niggaz that would love to see me dead And they can't stand the fact that Joseph McVey
silver, bubble head lights Trunk gon knock, like lights of fire At the intersection, I run the red lights All my jewelry, is draped in ice Crazy chain
me smoking me dank me tipping me herb and formaldehyde Open it all of me niggas are ready to ride Could I be innocent till proved guilty by Judge Judy, but the fact
nooo" [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
My 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
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
our ambition necessarily to be number one, or to be on the cover of Time magazine. I don't know about you, but I feel good about the fact that...I still
