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(Intro: Chain Gang Platune) |
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Yeah dog man, youknowhat |
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I'msayin'? |
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**** all you mother****ers that wanna call the police on us and shit, when we tryin' to get our mother****in' loot youknow |
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I'msayin'? (What, what?) |
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**** y'all (What?) youknow |
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I'msayin'? (Treach) |
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You can rap, you can sing, see it ain't no thing |
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Cause every nigga in my click is first nigga to swing |
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Place the call, make you fall, we can break them all |
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Cause every nigga we control, first nigga to roll (Chorus: Treach) |
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So **** the shivers, the |
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Chain Gang delivers |
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KABOOM!! The whole room the platune don't give a nigga what? |
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Your whole style got too much cut, nigga what? |
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Pick up your guns now |
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WHAT THE F |
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UCK!?! (Chain Gang Platune) |
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I get the **** up, your truant lifestyle, let's rough |
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I'm even gon' be rich or poor, dead or handcuffed |
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Niggas bust (BACK) but miss, and now the war is on and we gon' celebrate when you get murdered, deceased and gone |
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Retaliation is a must when you **** with us |
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Tell me what was on your mind when you loaded your pistol up? |
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Was it some gangsta shit, that couldn't been it (nah, that ain't it) |
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Cause you bust four shots and still missed, now dig this |
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Don't know your name, but know your face |
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You made a mistake now you must be erased |
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Really though, |
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I'm loc'ed, go, deranged, sick and insane |
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Drop rights, to start more fights than |
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Mills Lane (Chorus: Treach) |
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So **** the shivers, the |
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Chain Gang delivers |
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KABOOM!! The whole room the platune don't give a nigga what? |
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Your whole style got too much cut, nigga what? |
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Pick up your guns now |
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WHAT THE F |
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UCK!?! (Chain Gang Platune) |
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Voluptuous vixen, wear my dime pair, watch it like |
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Nixon Niggas mad cause they can't put restrictions they know we fixin', to put the |
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Chain team in the main stream |
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Cut the bad blood like gang green, lyrical vaxine |
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Injected by this mind specimen, my |
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Oestrogen make the best of men guess again, |
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I'm fresh in wind |
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Consumed by the date stamp, tramps get amped cause they can't cramp the camp, we leave 'em damp |
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Got them scared stiff like mannequins |
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Keep 'em panicin', then we vanishin' into the world at large |
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The Chain |
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Gang Platune be the head niggas in charge (Chain Gang Platune) |
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I serve to protect, self ??? on police premises |
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Break bones as rug-be-snug, slugs being sold and printless |
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Stay spittin' at your divisions, hit your visions |
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Chain but automatic interest got taste for higher proof liquors |
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If it gets adventures, affective niggas, arrest resistance |
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Timper screamin' that deaf vast words splintered without the whispers |
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Connects got prices for product, but |
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Tune fathers vanish |
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Rock the cuts now |
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I control sonic voices like ??? |
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A thugs' mug shots' worth dollars |
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Holla, we strange drama killers, can't stop the for pain is absolute vodka, tre, confrontation watch man for the progress of nation, yo |
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I'm eatin' through your concentrations... (Treach) |
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I'm comin' out combat and com-bows |
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Competition is a combination of combustion |
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Too valuable for commandin' nothin' |
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I continue cuttin' destruction's smokin' or choke eruptions from |
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California to |
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Connecticut, |
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I can hear the functions |
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Continue the |
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Lexus, (Spanish) tell them (Spanish) |
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Category code of the street let's see the next day |
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The Cruddy |
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Click clicks and classics k-kloaw |
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Cause it's beef on the streets then kick, kick the cow |
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Catapult and critters kick 'em, quickers clap |
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Cookin' trio's like |
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Crio, I'll split that ass that go show your crack |
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The killer cultural when |
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I'm gun away to ??? |
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Since you got murdered they left you, the bitches who said you deserved it (Treach) |
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You can rap, you can sing, see it ain't no thing |
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Cause every nigga in my click is first nigga to swing |
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Place the call, make you fall, we can break them all |
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Cause every nigga we control, first nigga to roll (Chorus: Treach) |
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So **** the shivers, the |
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Chain Gang delivers |
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KABOOM!! The whole room the platune don't give a nigga what? |
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Your whole style got too much cut, nigga what? |
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Pick up your guns now |
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WHAT THE F |
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UCK!?! (Chain Gang Platune) |
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Guess who speak the truth? |
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I see the noose when the tongue get loose |
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Neck choke, for the wrong shit you spoke took the wrong approach invincible |
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With the writin' utensil, convincin' you on instrumentals my moody mental, sets the tempo |
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Abdul of the mic, but your flow |
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Slice and dice a extra nice, a writer from the deathest cypher |
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Jersey believes 'em right, but |
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Chain Gang with the sane slang |
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Crazy, deranged, strange, with a sharp aim and shootin' range as deep as |
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Danny maintain gets forfeited |
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When we show up to play the sport niggas show the military support and fight for what you brought up |
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Play to a good battle, battle and got grazed in the heart of |
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New Jersey - straight land of the crazed |
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Bad blood boils and picky goals will destroy you |
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Fans, straight hand me the jams to unemploy you |
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Yo, so you better keep it real right and tight |
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Or that spotlight might only last for one night, aight! (Treach) |
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You can rap, you can sing, see it ain't no thing |
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Cause every nigga in my click is first nigga to swing |
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Place the call, make you fall, we can break them all |
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Cause every nigga we control, first nigga to roll (Chorus: Treach) |
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So **** the shivers, the |
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Chain Gang delivers |
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KABOOM!! The whole room the platune don't give a nigga what? |
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Your whole style got too much cut, nigga what? |
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Pick up your guns now |
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WHAT THE F |
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UCK!?! |
