Letras:
Fallen Chains

: Ata a kati mokila ata a pikoli maseke, to ko yeba yo na bizaleli zabolo ooooh. Ya solo! Kasi bolingo ezali mbeli ya double tranchant Eza na deux

a modern day disaster Now these are my words from me to you Everything you do from your shades to your shoes From your chains to your Coupe Came from

cant feel your skin Is this plaguing your brain? Couldn't brace yourself in the morphine hallway lying on the ground with a heart as a ball and chain

Ya They Be Like Tha Young Guns, So I'm Guess I'm Willy Bra I Do More Than Willaim Bonnie, I'm A Little Willy-Ya Chain A Little Chilly-Ya Wrist A Little

circus, that be swallowin swords Y'all hopin that the Don fall off; but my money's long enough To keep shootin ya bank until, ya arms fall off I'm eatin

to breathe And eight darts nigga, no one to leave [Fabolous] I come out with fire Stop, drop, roll out the booth Th rims come out the tires I stop, hop fall

radio, to me you not You can ask Mr. CCC who hot Tony Yayo I bet 10 G's you flop Run up on that new 300 C you got Stop hoping I fall, hope the bleeding

G-Unit spinner when you come to L.A. I have a nigga parkin cars, dressed up like valet He gonna turn back pastor when the gun in his face The real chain

radio, to me you not You can ask Mr. CCC who hot Tony Yayo I bet 10 G's you flop Run up on that new 300 C you got Stop hoping I fall, hope the bleeding