(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
