another nearer the end They will change the world When their voice will be heard And they know it is time to do it now Break the chains of silence -
m making but I'm still hungry But whatever it takes I got to go get this money [Verse 1 - Ace Hood] When I first jumped in the game I was seven years
the whole world This fatal dawg against everybody (it's on) Better be twenty-five once this shit you never fuckin heard Outlaw, outlaw, we rate these breaks
in the club hollerin' [Lil' Boosie:] A bay bay this here Boosie This for my dawgs who keep that cake and keep that oozie Holla a bay bay One eighty seven
a message to relay Take my nation from Mitzrayim, I see the suffering Hard hearts, ego breaks, take sparks and make way Trail blaze through the wasteland breaking the chains
off I heard shots go off I'm a humble show-off I'll be beating when I roll off Pumping Jill Scott number seven in front of the seven-eleven Grab some
stop us and our dream Rise up to be free with us and show them your light Returning from dark years right in our time Can we break the chains of silence
ha ha ha Make money, money, money Ha ha ha ha ha Make money, money, money You *** are comical, who me? I'm seven digits, two comical on my mama, fool
screen Why you goin' round west with shades on your face Fake chain on your neck posin' to be seen, you should get rush I did 280 shows last year I bagged seven
they're at sixes and sevens That is why their marriage isn't well, Raoul When the seventh of the seventh son Comes along and breaks the chains Raoul
t even wanna coach yet. (Verse 1 - Mikey & Chuck) With no stretchin' or the warm up drills, I'm jordan sweatsuit joggin', homie, guess who got 'em, In them black number sevens
the down low I'm cruisin' up highways, stunnin' down roads I'll open up shop then I'm shuttin' down shows Luda, cash cheques that'll break the bank Then
cover my eyes That Lambo' that ain't shit, just a public disguise And that top model chick, she for the diamond lane And I be drivin' all crazy cuz my diamond chain
got guns and clips Seven, eight, they seld your faith One, two, GP's comin for you Three, four, Tecca's at your door Five, six, got guns and clips Seven
a cookiepuss from the local carvel store then our brothers will come over for a big game of red rover everybody holding hands, break the chain, break the chain
? got sweet lovin? and homecookin? Been known to make her moan ?til the break of dawn A little lady in the street but at home I give her a grown whuppin? Yeah! I hit the jeweler and make a chain
