Hurricane Chris - Chain Gang lyrics

[Hook: Hurricane Chris] We gotta get this paper mane Hopin I don't become a victim of this chain gang So sick of losing my n***as (n***as) So sick of losing my n***as (n***as) We gotta get this paper mane Hopin I don't become a victim of this chain gang So sick of losing my n***as (n***as) So sick of losing my n***as (n***as) [Verse 1: Hurricane Chris] Gotta spend this paper my lil n***a dead I gotta send this hit And the f**ed up thing is they k**ed my lil dawg like I (....) Mane I can't let it ride im chris gotta find these n***as Ima bow bow bow these n***as Hangin out the window with the llama Then I get out n walk up on any n***a dat make sure dat I got a gun Hangin out the window with the llama Then I get out n walk up on any n***a dat make sure dat I got a gun 4 legs, 4 n***as, 4 fists Big guns and they all got drums Payback payback ar15 widda scope finna hit em in da lungs Yeah there go my dawg in da casket 6 feet deep in the grave n they f**ed up his family Now they got me dressed up in black with the mac in my lap And it clap when a n***a come past me f** with the team n***a 5150 Gotta come thru da block, thru da block real nasty f** with the team n***a 5150 Gotta come thru da block, thru da block real nasty Choppa make a n***a flip like gymnastics That Glock'll make a n***a body shatter like plastic f** with the team n***a 5150 Gotta come thru da block, thru da block real nasty Choppa make a n***a flip like gymnastics That Glock'll make a n***a body shatter like plastic [Hook] We gotta get this paper mane Hopin I don't become a victim of this chain gang So sick of losing my n***as (n***as) So sick of losing my n***as (n***as) We gotta get this paper mane Hopin I don't become a victim of this chain gang So sick of losing my n***as (n***as) So sick of losing my n***as (n***as) [Verse 2:?] Gotta keep that strap fa protection, no I don't need a case Gotta make it back home to my momma dont get one in yo face Don't get it twisted we rappers thats where dat paper at And we from the hood, we hustle to make that paper stack I know I gotta work, my people gotta eat I know I gotta work, my people gotta eat Promised my momma I could make a million offa rippin beats And what's understood is spoken for If ya talkin money then coversation is open for If y'ain't talkin money then conversation is usually short My way spittin my life on this f**in mic so im usually hoarse So sick of losin my n***as for sh** they gotta do I mean them n***as get at you that mean you gotta shoot And if ya light bill due then you gotta flip them And if ya light bill due then you gotta flip them O's I left my city but f** it I gotta do them shows So im on the road, runnin the game Gotta make sure my cousins straight when he get out that chain gang [Hook] We gotta get this paper mane Hopin I don't become a victim of this chain gang So sick of losing my n***as (n***as) So sick of losing my n***as (n***as) We gotta get this paper mane Hopin I don't become a victim of this chain gang So sick of losing my n***as (n***as) So sick of losing my n***as (n***as)