Chain Gang lyrics

Artist  : Lox 
Song : Chain Gang



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 [jadakiss]
Yeah, what the f**k? 

[sheek]
Lox baby
Sheek louch, jadakiss, styles too
Blackrob, what the f**k, all up in this mother
f**ker

[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 motherf**kers
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 bit*h with a
disease
That got aids on her lips and wish and hope you
bleed
So if you want it, f**k 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 as* 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 sh*t since stride-on
Perpitrating as* 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 as*
whippings
The whole 9, I don’t 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, f**k 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 bit*h,
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 sh*t
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
f**k you!
Three niggas you don’t want none of make your
insides
Feel like the summer you gettin’ dumber &
dumber
While we get smarter and smarter, makin’ sh*t
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 bit*h
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 ain’t a motherf**kin’ 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
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