I was in chains, chained to my love Lying sleeping below the silver trees Then up comes Davey and says You must be running boy Now I must fly, now I
me just look me up I hope the first place you look be up Here I go [Hook] [Verse 2: Red Cafe] Ugnh I did it yup yup I did it I'm super fly with it
(112) [DJ Paul] I'm in the club drunk as hell with my dogs 112 I got a hundred and twleve gals I'm tryin' to sell I drink too so I need to holla at
and I always will So on behalf of Eric Wright, my nigga you gotta chill I'm the reason you new westcoast nigga's got a deal While I was doin mixtapes, they was
insinuates I'm ballin I'm leanin on a switch sittin crooked in my slab But I could still catch boopas if I drove a cab A young Houston hard hitter all
cause I told him I was gonna do it, and I'm a man of my word, I was gonna roll with what I said I was gonna do. Then, you know, I'm not gonna name no
I'm the William Wallace of this shit Ayo P, Prodigy I got love for you man, I love you man You know what I'm saying, just get them unloyal niggaz From
for ya I don?t hate you I just feel sorry for ya in fact I pity you I got so much shit on you if I saw you on the street, I wouldn?t even spit on you (
(feat. DJ Paul) [Young Buck:] Aiyo Paul what up nigga? [DJ Paul:] Buck whats goin' on baby? [Young Buck:] Aiyo nigga you know, you've been knowin'
of J's And I aint feel bad about it, on the block it was the way I had to bend the rules a bit, I was tryna eat wit snakes Bought a pack, paid my momma
s Me [Sean Paul] Now on the realer, I'm a hell of a nigga Like when I was down in that 'Cedes Dealer came out a winner I'm a big bank flipper, purple
Donnie Brasco, Gotti and Paul Before I woulda told you, Prodigy's my dog Through the ups and downs, robberies and all Though I always knew he wanted
When I'm out in the limelight, I make sure I shine bright I'm in the drop with the glock cocked, you know I keep that iron tight I'm getting brain from
the floor (I hear Savador got extradited or some shit) They took my money and my credit card Now I'm poor (the grown bitch was a snitch? who knows) Momma I
that I saw in the distance? Did he have a crew offerin' assistance? Paul said it's probably nothin', a small animal or somethin' My nerves got to jumpin', I swear I
sick and flabby, (they washed up) Young fly rich and every nigga with me pack heat, (we ballin) Somebody snappin pictures at me, (watch me) Plus I know I got the F.B.I
no songs to sing, no games to play just a big old hole in my heart my heroes are falling apart now michael and paul they are chained to the wall since i was a kid i