(Intro: Chain Gang Platune)
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Yeah dog man, youknowhatI'msayin'?
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Fuck all you motherfuckers that wanna call the police on us
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and shit, when we tryin' to get our motherfuckin' loot youknowI'msayin'?
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(What, what?) Fuck y'all (What?) youknowI'msayin'?
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(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
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(Chorus: Treach)
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So fuck the shivers, the 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 WHAT THE FUCK!?!
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(Chain Gang Platune)
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I get the fuck 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
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and we gon' celebrate when you get murdered, deceased and gone
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Retaliation is a must when you fuck 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, I'm loc'ed, go, deranged, sick and insane
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Drop rights, to start more fights than Mills Lane
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(Chorus: Treach)
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So fuck the shivers, the 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 WHAT THE FUCK!?!
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(Chain Gang Platune)
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Voluptuous vixen, wear my dime pair, watch it like Nixon
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Niggas mad cause they can't put restrictions
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they know we fixin', to put the 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 Oestrogen
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make the best of men guess again, I'm fresh in wind
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Consumed by the date stamp, tramps get amped
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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 Gang Platune be the head niggas in charge
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(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 Tune fathers vanish
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Rock the cuts now 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
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for pain is absolute vodka, tre, confrontation watch man
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for the progress of nation, yo I'm eatin' through your concentrations...
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(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
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from California to Connecticut, I can hear the functions
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Continue the 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 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 Crio, I'll split that ass that go show your crack
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The killer cultural when I'm gun away to ???
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Since you got murdered they left you, the bitches who said you deserved it
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(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
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(Chorus: Treach)
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So fuck the shivers, the Chain Gang delivers
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| KABOOM!! The whole room the platune don't give a nigga what |
