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    Chained Minds

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    Heh some of the harder shit
    Peep this
    Niggaz get vexed whenever I step in
    Always wanna flex so I got a weapon
    Which protects ME and mine
    Get too bold then you're seein nine milli
    I rhyme silly but it really don't mean nothin
    I seen thugs always want a mean mug so I bring slugs
    to the party to reassure I be secure
    Really don't know why they beefin for
    I leave teeth in the floor like fossils I toss flows
    Just to show you, what the boss knows
    I got style, to make men hostile
    I shall continue, then you still lost while
    Challenging in physical combat
    Show me the ringleader, and the wiz'll go bomb that
    I come fat, you niggaz front runt cease
    They say bigger punks fear but I don't hear what
    they say I should, and when a hood try to steal my goods
    Good! I wanna show him that dreads can fly
    heads I stood my ground there's snakes around
    Schemin on the deep down but I defeat clowns
    with intellect, then the next flex so I'm good to wreck
    brains, it takes gall to brawl with minds in chains
    Chorus: Del
    It takes gall to brawl with minds in chains (8X)
    Verse Two:
    This conflict is making John sick
    But men wanna fight over nothing, nonsense
    is common, and common sense is none
    Niggaz always wanna grab your fists and run
    I try to walk down MacArthur, and talk ta
    pedestrians, who got the sacks to alter my mind
    And find the right, one
    Dug in the bushes, so I can get a tight one, it's fat
    I got it, and now I need to be leavin
    I believe men might get shady
    Even if they know me
    Just because we flow the oldie wants my dough
    We all know where he can go
    I'm not takin no shorts from you
    And you ain't takin shit from me
    I ain't no punk so I hit the G
    I'm throwin one-hitter quitters to trap em
    You know when I'm strapped, so I shoulda just mopped em
    but nah, I'm not foolish, I keep a tool
    with me, but that don't mean that I won't bust
    a fool's lip, equipped be my adjectives
    cause I had to live long
    In slums where chums come at you wrong
    And try to get you for all your cent
    Unless you're not dipped you got your de-fenses on
    They plot for your dough
    You might catch a hot one, so be careful
    I be prepared for fools
    Chorus 1.5X
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