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