[interview some conducted in french] [interviewer:] do you think that many groups plays like the jesus and mary Chain? or do you think they are the own
can't fade me Stop me, clock me, cops wanna glock me Mutha fuck, mutha fuck, pigs can't stop me Uhh, am I a G, I got proof Banged in my youth, keep
it feel, keep Cochran on my heels Who rock the black and back out? Now the MAC back out, just bout to blackout Got the ROC on my back, SP on my chain
I can recall the warm youth of a summer day The sweetest lemonade, the darkest game arcade And Billy had a yearning in the corner of his mind It moved
Money made no change, in fact it was more pain B's gone, who's to blame? Look at all these youths today, rollin' round with 38s Stickin brothas for the white gold chains
up You'll be the one that ends up with his mouth wired shut High voltage cause power outages Set a bad example for the youth How bout it kids Madchild
then disappear like J.D. Salinger, As whack emcee's continue scuffin' their knees, Suckin' the dicks of A&R's just to get their platinum chains and cars
comes out the flow Of a nigga who still play in the snow like Santa The wrist is rushing, my ears is blushing And the diamonds in my chain, big as grandma
feel, keep Cochran on my heels Who rock the black and back out Now the MAC back out, just bout to blackout Got the ROC on my back, SP on my chain
used to be on the block, Ill Will, Marty, Black Ed, yo Son Mad niggas is gone, rest in peace though Fifty-Two blocks, Gazelle frames Bald heads and heavy chains
be on the block, ill will, marty, black ed, yo son, Mad niggas is gone, rest in peace though." Verse 1: Fifty-two blocks, gazelle frames Bald heads and heavy chains
' In the hood yo' I'm sayin', ya know how it is Trying to keep it tight, you know I'm sayin' Geah Born and raised a black youth, no happy days My moms
Free up the shackle and chain hail me bredrin Mek them know you no care bout them system Respect you have but no wan be no victim Mek them know you no
Chorus Free up the shackle and chain hail me bredrin Mek them know you no care bout them system Respect you have but no wan be no victim Mek them know
down? I'm gettin' high, so a nigga think he touch the sky Turn tough inside, in the rush to die Livin' life as a Thug time to face the truth What's goin' on with the wasted youth
the innocence of a lamb, she was gentle like a fawn I courted her proudly but now she is gone Gone as the season, she's taken And our young summers youth
Bars (Stephen) What am I doing behind these iron bars Never robbed nor killed, never done no one harm You put me in shackles, you place I in chains
