Lox - Chain Gang Lyrics
[jadakiss]Yeah, what the *****?[sheek]Lox babySheek louch, jadakiss, styles tooBlackrob, what the *****, all up in this mother *****er[jadakiss]Bad boyStay back nigga[sheek]Ay yo, you want 15 gs thats stuffed in my pocket?Nigga stop it, that bullshit you talking go reherse that at rocketsPuff lye I pay dues, that nigga with a tattooThe thin ha (yonkers slang), these mother*****ers gonna watch the littleRascalsWhen I say I bust my shit, believe it all the wayAnd the summer times where the chochas show where one in her legIf you could walk still, every block in yonkers be hot stillWith miners that will bust you down faster than cops killNiggas still front and step to you, falsley accusedThat they just shot and you can still be the judge booI die for my 354 niggas, with the young stoned niggasLox are my heart, cold niggasSheek give it to you, like a ***** with a diseaseThat got aids on her lips and wish and hope you bleedSo if you want it, ***** it!In the benz Ill be there, you gonna rot likeA dead luco (spanish slang) under the stairs[blackrob]Yeah yo, I swing that ass through the e-r, now Im out the d-rHeared in new york, yall was looking for the hee hawLads is sweatin us, we are four of the baddestIm the one that go stick you for all the cabageThe icon, doing this shit since stride-onPerpitrating ass niggas like you, I keep my eye onI rake em, roll em, like smoke from peter rossThen I hold em, stole em, work hard to be the bossMy fashion is kumb-a-i, or else Im attackinDukes frontin acting like they toughest then napkinsSpittin, them bullshit crimes I stay hittinNot forgeting, the bullshit crimes and ass whippingsThe whole 9, I dont waste time, I brace mines from the waistlinesNiggas is scared to face mineSee Im a criminal, so after this interviewIma bend a few, ***** it! could we sin a few?I put one into you, I promise to godIts about time yall niggas pay homage to rob[styles]You can catch me on the low with a calico *****,I got flow while shes bagging her shitComin thru in a 98 wagon, lavender shitImagine the shit, used to be like packing the clipCop in the truck the s-c *****in to dumpYou can find me with my enemy coppin his bluntWhen Im finished niggas ask which block do I wantMy pockets is lumped, find me on a yacht with a bluntWhat you know about daimonds, nigga knockin the pumpWhile on my spare time I learned to market heronIm gettin valuble, celebrate with stuff off the malibuScience is the game and its all mathematicalPearl white porche, licence plate radicalIts real when the fedaral-ies in cali get mad at youForget that, lox from the block want the shit backAnd I was in the first place, feeling the hit backs[jadakiss]Let me get back like jada, more rabs than 3-ey-doeGet the potatoe and clap at niggas in brod day-doYou know the flow, where it come from and where it goOr where its gonna be at, thats where we atI touch you if you think Im jiggy with the puff,Move and still sellin forty-thousand a week so ***** you!Three niggas you dont want none of make your insidesFeel like the summer you gettin dumber & dumberWhile we get smarter and smarter, makin shit harder and harderTil this rap games like the carterIm nino, styles is raw steemed from casinosAnd sheek is the boss of the hennisey gambinoWe talking millions, you talking c-notesYou used to stash dope in a sea coach, couldnt play sweet thoughYou know the kiss, on the low in the mistBlowin roach and sipping red ally and moe with a *****When my niggasll flip, see how cute you look,In the box with the suit on like you used to lookHard body with a purple faced future lookFuture crook, the same nigga whos boots I tookJuliani aint a mother*****in jokeYou got mad niggas broke, alot of niggas gettin that cokeWhen they bring it to the lab is it sold to the slabFirst felony, you still gettin four and a half[end]
