The Lox - Chain Gang lyrics

(http://reviewz.simplenet.com/jointz/lox-rob_chain.ram) [Jadakiss] Yeah, what the f**? [Sheek] L.O.X. baby Sheek Louch, Jadakiss, Styles too Black Rob, what the f**, all up in this motherf**er [Jadakiss] Bad boy Stay back, n***a [Sheek] Ay yo, if it ain't G's you stuffin' in my pocket n***a stop it That bullsh** you talking go reherse that at Rockets Puff lye I pay dues, that n***a with a tattoo The thin Ha, these motherf**ers gonna watch the Little Rascals When I say I bust my sh**, believe it all the way And the summer times where the Chochas show where one in her leg If you could walk still, every block in Yonkers be hot still With miners that will bust you down faster than cops k** n***as still front and step to you, falsely accused That they just shot and you can still be the judge boo I die for my 354 n***as, with the young stoned n***as Lox are my heart, cold n***as Sheek give it to you, like a b**h with a disease That got AIDS on her lips and wish and hope you bleed So if you want it, f** It! In the Benz I'll be there, you gonna rot like A dead Luco (spanish slang) under the stairs [Blackrob] Yeah yo, I swing that a** through the E-R, now I'm out the D-R Heared in New York, y'all was looking for the Hee Haw Lads is sweatin' us, we are four of the baddest I'm the one that go stick you for all the cabage The icon, doing this sh** since Stride-on Perpitrating a** n***as 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 then napkins Spittin', them bullsh** crimes I stay hittin' Not forgeting, the bullsh** crimes and a** whippings The whole 9, I dont waste time, I brace mines from the waistlines n***as is scared to face mine See I'm a criminal, so after this interview I'ma bend a few, f** It! Could we sin a few? I put one into you, I promise to God It's about time y'all n***as pay homage to Rob [Styles] You can catch me on the low with a Calico b**h I got flow while she's bagging her sh** Comin' thru in a '98 wagon, lavender sh** Imagine the sh**, used to be like packing the clip Cop in the truck the S-C co*kin' to dump You can find me with my enemy coppin' his blunt When I'm finished n***as ask which block do I want My pockets is lumped, find me on a yacht with a blunt What you know about daimonds, n***a knockin' the pump While on my spare time I learned to market Heron I'm gettin' valuble, celebrate with stuff off the Malibu Science is the game and it's all mathematical Pearl white Porche, licence plate "radical" It's real when the fedaral-ies in Cali get mad at you Forget that, Lox from the block want the sh** back And I was in the first place, feeling the hit backs [Jadakiss] Let me get back like Jada, more 'rabs than 3-ey-doe Get the potatoe and clap at n***as in brod day-do 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 I'm jiggy with the Puff Move and still sellin' forty-thousand a week so f** You! Three n***as you dont want none of make your insides Feel like the summer you gettin' Dumber & Dumber While we get smarter and smarter, makin' sh** harder and harder Til this rap games like the Carter I'm Nino, Styles is raw steemed from casinos And Sheek is the boss of the Hennisey gambino We talking millions, you talking C-notes You used to stash dope in a sea coach, couldn't play sweet though You know the Kiss, on the low in the mist Blowin' roach and sipping Red Ally and Moe with a b**h When my n***as'll flip, see how cute you look In the box with the suit on like you used to look Hard body with a purple faced future look Future crook, the same n***a who's boots I took Juliani ain't a motherf**in' joke You got mad n***as broke, alot of n***as gettin' that coke When they bring it to the lab is it sold to the slab First felony, you still gettin' four and a half [End]