make a sound The air is perfectly still around me But the memories that I have are spinning Making me go insane I'm chained to the thought of losing
to make a sound The air is perfectly still around me But the memories that I have are spinning Making me go insane I'm chained to the thought of losing
This way they tryin' to dissuade my thoughts I'm a slave to myself and disobey my boss It's all in disarray this parade I walk They get amazed when they catch a chain
: [Damian Marley] As we enter Come now we take you on the biggest adventure [Nas] Must be dementia, that you ever thought You could touch our credentials
I open doors, you ain't gotta G the gent me I was thinking Knick game, courtside She put her hands in my pants, I let that thought slide We can get it
G thang, I thought you knew And I'm bout to do the numbers that they thought you do Still don't know me, still jump in a Lex The chain so icey, I got
feat. Lil' Wayne) [Intro: Slow Voice] Diamonds On My Damn Chain! It Aint Hard To Tell! [Chorus:] Diamonds In My Damn Chain! Diamonds In My Damn Chain
the sky to break the chains The winged horse lands by the one It snorts and stamps, the escape has just begun The chains are broken, silence fills the
: Much too long I've been a prisoner here The hour has come to break out Shackled and chained almost goin' insane It's better to live on the run Set
go Slam the impala door and want do ya see Some niggas hangin on the fence lookin at me I had phat red laces in my addidas Big chain around my neck like
me on twitter follow me in the streets Me and my tupac zone when I creep And then I'm gone Back on my gang shit You know the chain sit Throwin' up the
we was from New York, And that's real shit blazed the Philly, it's summertime shout out to Will Smith, cause who didn't wanna be the fresh prince flat top gold chain
rekindled the flame, Dre created The Game, N***a with an attitude from the cloth I came, Young homie ate his way up from the bottom of the food chain.
spinning G-Unit chain in Chicago I call my nigga Jojo to get it back He had the shit in his hands, and you ain't had the ten stacks Picture that, I thought
cares? Grabbin her by the arm, cause she stare Don't know how much atten-tion you pay You better be ready to die, in this game [The Game] I thought I
: [Verse 1] Pull the rag off the six-fo', Hit the switch, show niggas how the shit go, The Game is back, the Aftermath chain is gone, The D's is chrome
0 into a brick Bought a Cadillac thought I was rich bangin' DJ Quik On Crenshaw got jacked for my shit Took a long chronic hit and thought about the time