The shivers lyrics

Artist  : Naughty by nature 
Song : The shivers
 
feat. Chain Gang Platune
(Intro: Chain Gang Platune)
Yeah dog man, youknowhatI'msayin'?
Fuck all you motherfuckers that wanna call the
police on us
and shit, when we tryin' to get our motherfuckin'
loot youknowI'msayin'?
(What, what?) Fuck y'all (What?)
youknowI'msayin'?

(Treach)
You can rap, you can sing, see it ain't no thing
Cause every nigga in my click is first nigga to
swing
Place the call, make you fall, we can break them
all
Cause every nigga we control, first nigga to roll

(Chorus: Treach)
So fuck the shivers, the Chain Gang delivers
KABOOM!! The whole room the platune don't give a
nigga what?
Your whole style got too much cut, nigga what?
Pick up your guns now WHAT THE FUCK!?!

(Chain Gang Platune)
I get the fuck up, your truant lifestyle, let's
rough
I'm even gon' be rich or poor, dead or handcuffed
Niggas 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 fuck with us
Tell me what was on your mind when you loaded
your pistol up?
Was it some gangsta shit, 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 fuck the shivers, the Chain Gang delivers
KABOOM!! The whole room the platune don't give a
nigga what?
Your whole style got too much cut, nigga what?
Pick up your guns now WHAT THE FUCK!?!

(Chain Gang Platune)
Voluptuous vixen, wear my dime pair, watch it
like Nixon
Niggas 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 vanishin' into the
world at large
The Chain Gang Platune be the head niggas 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 niggas, 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 bitches
who said you deserved it

(Treach)
You can rap, you can sing, see it ain't no thing
Cause every nigga in my click is first nigga to
swing
Place the call, make you fall, we can break them
all
Cause every nigga we control, first nigga to roll

(Chorus: Treach)
So fuck the shivers, the Chain Gang delivers
KABOOM!! The whole room the platune don't give a
nigga what?
Your whole style got too much cut, nigga what?
Pick up your guns now WHAT THE FUCK!?!

(Chain Gang Platune)
Guess who speak the truth? I see the noose when
the tongue get loose
Neck choke, for the wrong shit 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
niggas 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 nigga in my click is first nigga to
swing
Place the call, make you fall, we can break them
all
Cause every nigga we control, first nigga to roll

(Chorus: Treach)
So fuck the shivers, the Chain Gang delivers
KABOOM!! The whole room the platune don't give a
nigga what?
Your whole style got too much cut, nigga what?
Pick up your guns now WHAT THE FUCK!?!