aus dem Album: Nineteen Naughty Nine - Nature's Fury
Songtext:
feat. Chain Gang Platune KFZ Folien (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!?!
