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(feat. MC Ren) [MC Ren] I'ma prisoner like I'm onna ball and a chain so I stand aside while I ride and my gang throws Bouncin around like a ball that you can catch with a mitt While the other motherfuckers catch a fit I snap necks and break arms and start storms But you couldn't keep warm ya trashed your uniform I dragged the ball, the chain was a weapon so But I was in the eye of the law so I kept it low When its time to smoke I'm no joke The chain'll twist around ya throat to choke So, ya turn red then ya dead But in the world that you're steppin thats minus one illiterate head Its easier said than done I consider it fun to smoke a nigga witta gun MC Ren slappin motherfuckers up with a wrench Witha bitch on the corner in a trench And you're tense cause you know I'm packin with lead Plus your also shakin cause your momma's there holdin my dick head So everything is movin steadily Cause MC Ren is lettin off with the melody Kick It [Lil Nation] Letras de cancionesLike a deciever, cold is the fever that I began with I loaded a clip I gatted up and I ran with Attempt to escape but too late cause I ran amuck Police was in pursuit but I didn't give a fuck Another unit hooked to chase I slowed down to let em catch up to look at my face They don't fuck with the kingpin of the hood They wanna arrest me but they never could Because with no hesitation I put a gun to your head and blast it Face the Nation you'll be dead so pull up a casket I bring descension upon on sucka And just for attention I go loke and smoke a motherfucker Never jock when clockin dollars I don't play I do this shit for many hours a day For like 20, and for the other four I got my drawers around my ankles And got my dick in somebody's hoe Thats how I'm livin and I don't give a damn Call you a hoe, this is the kinda motherfucker I am Born to be insane fuck what you're tellin me Yo Tre, pump this shit up for Gangsta Melody [Lil Nation] Its like a psycho, born with my hand on a rifle My gauge is like a god and my bullets are like disciples Born to jack when I pack I go underground Silencers are on my gats so I can kill without a sound No need for yankin' my posse off the motherfuckin shelf Cause I'ma posse my God damn self With a vengenance to fuck a local heroism Yo, I'm in a show, CPO you're vocal terrorism First priority is make police departments a mockery I even got the governor jockin me Dissed all the law beggin me, leave my law Turn the macks down to minimal, I'm a criminal to em, but I want the shoots with attempt to annihilate I know the law but I'm destined to violate The fugitive offender I don't need luck to reherse On my agenda fuckin up is like first They said gonna put me in a door tight facility But I'll fight back by bustin a quiet soliliquy Thats what I do til I die while the law tries to spoil my rebelry I be loyal to gangsta melody From Letras Mania