price girl With no problems at all I'm ready to ball On call killers from Atlanta to Dainamall N-Y baby, you see why We the world's murderous guys With
I wanna pull it, end it all with a bullet Hard to live life to the fullest with all this bullshit Mad as fuck, a nigga had enough From jump street, saw my father murder
oo-ops Me and my fools shoot, wutchu tryin do that I suggest you do not My chain is hot, whats more hot than that Thats how I murda music, thats why
up, he smokes ya and keeps firing. And it's tiring. Forget about recreation. One wrong move and it's death you're facing. White motha fuckaz got the ball and chain
:] [E:] Who killed Jane? [P:] Not the Squad yo, we've been framed The charge [E:] Murder one son for the death of Jane [P:] Murder? [E:] Yeah homicide
t do it? [Verse 2] Smoke a dip, flip the script, ball and chain and the whip The fleas, flies, different bugs devoured the body by strips Pit bulls come
I wish a nigga would, come through the hood, like Street won't Jump out the woods, and snatch your goods If you don't know by now, you should Still actin
' chain, dear god, See you on a long rattlin' chain" Johnny Hart he stood in his jail cell And a tear ran down his eye There'd been the death of many
cats callin my name Sayin, "Please, don't fall in this game!" We're all in a gang It's like the ghetto, got me trapped with a ball and a chain To them