| Fuck your chains
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| Want no motherfucking chains
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| They got my nigga Los in fucking chains
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| Things’ll never be the same
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| Motherfucking chains
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| They brought us over here in fucking chains
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| You think we had enough of fucking chains
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| So fuck that, fuck them chains
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| The years Mandela sat in that cell, and couldn’t get no justice
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| The bourgeoisiest of bitches be the quickest to suck dick
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| Southern comfort, articulate ruffian
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| Drunk walkin' on the platform of Broadway junction, nuts
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| Self-destructive vacuum I’m stuck in
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| Wonder if my woman know the baggage I come with
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| Demons in my past are fucking disgusting
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| One look in they eye and she would fucking vomit
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| Ill, I’m running from my destiny
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| Terrified when people see the best in me
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| Same shit I obsessed to be, I guess I’m, sorta afraid to be
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| My insecurities are changing me, down to my reality is breaking me
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| I can’t take the pressure, can’t take the pain, I…
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| Motherfucking chains
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| I dont' want no motherfucking chains
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| They got my nigga Los in fucking chains
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| Things’ll never be the same
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| Motherfucking chains
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| They brought us over here in fucking chains
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| You think we had enough of fucking chains
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| Sometimes I feel like my brain’s in chains
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| So fuck that, run yo' chain
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| I got a bone to pick with this fucking Porky-fist snitch
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| Talkin' like the 40 don’t stick to my dick
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| Sippin' Henny as I reminisce
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| My nigga bumpin' to that Lox and that Biggie shit
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| Punch a hole right through ya, ice cold like coolers
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| Gangster with a sense of humor and hurt heads like tumors
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| It’s the return of the ruler, takin' out of town spots
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| In the buildin' pumpin' crack and stash packs by the cable box
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| Somebody shot in my hood, shit hot, but I ain’t goin' nowhere, nigga
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| It’s money here
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| Tell the Ds, chase me up the stairs
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| I don’t fuckin' care
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| I’m on the grind for 9 days, I ain’t comb my hair
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| I’m on my grustle, my grind and my hustle
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| A face to the pillow when I fuck her
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| The 8 to the pillow when I bust ya
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| Suffer, if life don’t love you
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| Niggas like you and I don’t stand together
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| I’m cut from a different cloth, I’m a whole 'nother texture
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| I’m fuckin' solid, no stripes, no plaids
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| I just gotta, pet the cheese and catch you niggas in the trap
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| Fuckin' rats, what you see, consider it sacred
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| Stick to the G code, that’s thug motivation
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| Fuckin' up my concentration, created a situation
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| My whole fam cryin' when the jury deliberated
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| Cause of that punk ass statement but fuck it
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| Them niggas pussy with a G spot
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| Point my gun, look me in my eyes, I want screenshots
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| Only time the beef stop is when your heartbeat stop
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| Get toes to the floor, stay the fuck up off your knees, ock
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| Forget me, not, I’m black history, nigga
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| So when I die, you gonna remember me, nigga
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| Put me in chapters in the textbook, posin' with my best look
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| Neat with the right, sloppy with the left hook
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| Respect the jukes, respect that shit
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| Fo sho
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| Free my motherfucking nigga though, man
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| Shoutout my nigga JO
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| Big Mo, Las
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| The whole fuckin' First? |
| man, what’s up man
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| Free my nigga Craze, too
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| Hold your head, joo
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| Free my nigga Gaye, L
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| Shoutout my nigga Shizz, Creamo
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| What’s up, pop pop |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chains , by - Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire. Song from the album Kismet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп