I'm not saved by the things I do I give my life to you now Wash me in your blood I accept you in my life Broken chains I am no longer strapped down You
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the streets License plates that say they, motto This is Chicago in the hay day Similiar to Good Times, I guess that I was Jay Jay A skinny nigga, young girls with penny figures
his enemies brains I guess he missed the two that came checkin' for change Didn't hear his pits squeal necks broke on choke chains Baskin' in the glow
hunred deep niga) Ayo i bust out the door wavin cash drawer, Empty the money in the the bag, Watch my back wit the four-four, Niggas hardcore, We about
got a coke bottle figure and an ass that shake like a bowl of jello You ain?t even almost rich They fuckin yo ass like the models in my porno flicks (broke
projects, prison-industry complex Broken glass wall better keep your alarm set Streets too loud to ever hear freedom sing Say evacuate your sleep, it's dangerous to dream but you chain
[Verse 1: Sev Statik] I sung a song of Freedom way before the sixties Shackled in my chains quickly, search for Freedom Stick these music notes to the
get a nigga bruised Late night at 'cha momma house to cut a fool Off the chain, in a sense we don't help none Conversating for an hour, with my chrome gun Four
deep niga) Ayo i bust out the door wavin cash drawer, Empty the money in the the bag, Watch my back wit the four-four, Niggas hardcore, We about to
