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Chain Gang

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Chain Gang

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[Jadakiss]

Yeah, what the fuck?

[Sheek]

Lox baby

Sheek Louch, Jadakiss, Styles too

Blackrob, what the fuck, all up in this mother fucker

[Jadakiss]

Bad boy

Stay back nigga

[Sheek]

Ay yo, you want 15 G's thats stuffed in my pocket?

Nigga stop it, that bullshit you talking go reherse that at Rockets

Puff lye I pay dues, that nigga with a tattoo

The thin Ha (Yonkers slang), these motherfuckers gonna watch the Little

Rascals

When I say I bust my shit, believe it all the way

And the summer times where the Chochas show where one in her leg

If you could walk still, every block in Yonkers be hot still

With miners that will bust you down faster than cops kill

Niggas still front and step to you, falsley accused

that they just shot and you can still be the judge boo

I die for my 354 niggas, with the young stoned niggas

Lox are my heart, cold niggas

Sheek give it to you, like a bitch with a disease

that got AIDS on her lips and wish and hope you bleed

So if you want it, Fuck It!

In the Benz I'll be there, you gonna rot like

a dead Luco (spanish slang) under the stairs

[Blackrob]

Yeah yo, I swing that ass through the E-R, now I'm out the D-R

heared in New York, y'all was looking for the Hee Haw

Lads is sweatin' us, we are four of the baddest

I'm the one that go stick you for all the cabage

The icon, doing this shit since Stride-on

Perpitrating ass niggas like you, I keep my eye on

I rake em, roll em, like smoke from Peter Ross

Then I hold em, stole em, work hard to be the boss

My fashion is Kumb-a-i, or else I'm attackin'

Dukes frontin acting like they toughest then napkins

Spittin', them bullshit crimes I stay hittin'

not forgeting, the bullshit crimes and ass whippings

The whole 9, I dont waste time, I brace mines from the waistlines

Niggas is scared to face mine

See I'm a criminal, so after this interview

I'ma bend a few, Fuck It! Could we sin a few?

I put one into you, I promise to God

It's about time y'all niggas pay homage to Rob

[Styles]

You can catch me on the low with a Calico bitch,

I got flow while she's bagging her shit

Comin' thru in a '98 wagon, lavender shit

imagine the shit, used to be like packing the clip

Cop in the truck the S-C cockin' to dump

You can find me with my enemy coppin' his blunt

When I'm finished niggas ask which block do I want

My pockets is lumped, find me on a yacht with a blunt

What you know about daimonds, nigga knockin' the pump

While on my spare time I learned to market Heron

I'm gettin' valuble, celebrate with stuff off the Malibu

Science is the game and it's all mathematical

Pearl white Porche, licence plate "radical"

It's real when the fedaral-ies in Cali get mad at you

forget that, Lox from the block want the shit back

And I was in the first place, feeling the hit backs

[Jadakiss]

Let me get back like Jada, more 'rabs than 3-ey-doe

get the potatoe and clap at niggas in brod day-do

You know the flow, where it come from and where it go

or where it's gonna be at, that's where we at

I touch you if you think I'm jiggy with the Puff,

move and still sellin' forty-thousand a week so Fuck You!

Three niggas you dont want none of make your insides

Feel like the summer you gettin' Dumber & Dumber

While we get smarter and smarter, makin' shit harder and harder

Til this rap games like the Carter

I'm Nino, Styles is raw steemed from casinos

And Sheek is the boss of the Hennisey gambino

We talking millions, you talking C-notes

you used to stash dope in a sea coach, couldn't play sweet though

You know the Kiss, on the low in the mist

Blowin' roach and sipping Red Ally and Moe with a bitch

When my niggas'll flip, see how cute you look,

In the box with the suit on like you used to look

Hard body with a purple faced future look

Future crook, the same nigga who's boots I took

Juliani aint a motherfuckin' joke

You got mad niggas broke, alot of niggas gettin' that coke

When they bring it to the lab is it sold to the slab

First felony, you still gettin' four and a half

[End]

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