(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!?!