Chain Gang lyrics

[Jadakiss]
Yeah, what the f*ck?

[Sheek]
L.O.X. baby
Sheek Louch, Jadakiss, Styles too
Black Rob, what the f*ck, all up in this motherf*cker

[Jadakiss]
Bad boy
Stay back, n*gga

[Sheek]
Ay yo, if it ain't G's you stuffin' in my pocket
n*gga stop it
That bullsh*t you talking go reherse that at Rockets
f*ck y'all, I pay dues, that n*gga with a tattoo
That been hard since motherf*ckers was watching Little
Rascals
When I say I bust my sh*t, you can believe it all the way
On the summer time in some shorts, in somewhere where you'll lay
You could walk still, every block in Yonkers be hostile
With minors that will bust you down faster than cops kill
n*ggas selling vests that's been used, falsely accused
That's been shot and you can still see the chest bruise
I die for my 354 n*ggas, with the young sto' n*ggas
Lox, all my hardcore n*ggas
Sheek give it to you, like a b*tch with a disease
That got AIDS on her lips so when she talks it bleed
So if you want it, bust It!
And it better not be flares
Or you gonna rot like a dead newborn under the stairs
[Blackrob]
Yeah yo, I swung that ass through the E-R, now I'm out the D-R
Heard in New York, y'all was looking for the B-R
Faggots sweating us, we are four of the baddest
I'm the one that go stick you for all your cabbage
The icon, doing this sh*t since Trion
Perpetrating n*ggas 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 as Tinactin
Spittin', them bullsh*t rhymes I stay hittin'
Not forgeting, the bullsh*t crimes and ass whippings
The whole 9, I don't waste time, I brace mines from the waistlines
n*ggas is scared to face mine
See I'm a criminal, so after this interview
I'ma bend a few, f*ck It! Could be ten of you
I put an end you, I promise to God
It's about time y'all n*ggas pay homage to Rob

[Styles]
You can catch me on the low with a Calendar b*tch
I got blow and she bagging the sh*t
Comin' thru in a '98 wagon, lavender sh*t
Imagine the sh*t, mystery like Agatha Chris
Cop in the truck the S-P c*ck and he dump
You can find me with my enemy coppin' his lunch
When I'm finished n*ggas ask which block do I want
My pockets is lumped, find me on a yacht with a blunt
What you know about dime b*tches c*ckin' the pump
Watchin the Don, I learned to market heroin
I mean the valuable, celebrate, stuck off the Malibu
Science is the game and it's all mathematical
Pearl white Porsche, licence plate "radical"
It's real when the fedaral-ies in Cali get mad at you
The get back, Lox on the block want the sh*t back
Ain't ours in the first place, still let us get that
[Jadakiss]
n*ggas acting like Jada, won't grab the 3-8-0 with the potato
And clap at n*ggas in broad day though
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 "Getting Jiggy" was a Puff move
It's still sellin' forty-thousand a week so f*ck You!
Three n*ggas you dont 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
We took this rap game like the Carter
I'm Nino, Styles is Rothstein from Casino
And Sheek is the boss of the Hennessy gambino
We talking millions, you talking C-notes
You used to stash dope in our ski coats, couldn't play sweet though
You know the Kiss, on the low in the mist
Blowin' 'Dro and sipping Red Ally and Moet with a b*tch
When my n*ggas'll flip, see how cute you look
In the box with the suit on how you used to look
Hard body with a purple faced future look
Future crook, the same n*gga who's boots I took
Giuliani ain't a motherf*ckin' joke
Got mad n*ggas broke, a lot of n*ggas gettin' bad coke
When they bring it to the lab, if it's totally slab
First felony, you still gettin' four and a half
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