(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]

Like 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