Chain Reaction

Lyrics

[Intro] This is the chain reaction You know what it is This is the chain reaction [Chorus] This for my niggas on the block, gettin' figures by the knots With their triggers punk cocked, the love bustin' ain't easy Slip a clip and lick a shot, yeah, they snitchin' to the cops Nah, this shit ain't gon' stop, this is far from peace For all my hustlers and thugs that be foolin' with double love From my fullers on they snubs, real official OGs For all my peoples locked up, reppin' with they dots up When the beef pops up, nah, they don't go to police [Verse 1] Now I don't catch no fiends I walk the streets with a piece in my Timberlands Wrist handcuffed to a briefcase of Benjamins If it's beef then my peeps roll deep like the Jinglelands Y'all creep with too many chicks and not enough Indians It's Link again, send me in, I'm ready for war Machetes and all, it's softer than spaghetti in sauce The semis are raw then bring forward a deadlier force The smell in your coff' sealed your area off I carry the cross for four years, callin' the Lord Holdin' the fort, brawlin' with a warrior's sword Step it up, place your bets but beware of the cause I am ready, got the heads up to bury your boss The story is more than it meets the eye, you know I keeps it live (Yo, he's a lie, Cu'), slice him like a pizza pie Dice him into pieces or I let him feed the flies You can't hide from the reaper, even Jesus died Be advised, I'ma ride like Tony Teach you how to turn that flower to a powerboat Have the money and the power but the crowd was phony Couldn't hold me so they planned to put some cowards on me Papa told me do your dirt, "I'll buy you lonely, be alert about you" Homies and your word is the only thing holy about you I'm patrollin' like a [?], show me respect M.O.B.'s the whole industry [Chorus] This for my niggas on the block, gettin' figures by the knots With their triggers punk cocked, the love bustin' ain't easy Slip a clip and lick a shot, yeah, they snitchin' to the cops Nah, this shit ain't gon' stop, this is far from peace For all my hustlers and thugs that be foolin' with double love From my fullers on they snubs, real official OGs For all my peoples locked up, reppin' with they dots up When the beef pops up, nah, they don't go to police [Verse 2] Don't sleep, keep your eyes open wide When you ride through my side of town, write it down 'Round here, we serve beef by the pound It's dirt, cheese and all your hounds and we thirsty to fire rounds First creek that's out of bounds, no flier clown on higher grounds Now that's the sound of the man who's working on a Chain gang Aim bang make your fucking brains hang Stuck to the game plan, I'm doing my thing, proven I'm king Got dudes that got fools pulling y'all strings (How you livin', Cuban Link?) I'm surrounded by criminals Every dude that bounds me is a shiesty indiviual Original gangsta, ain't no thing for 'em to get at you Spit at you, finish you then stick you up for your residual This sort of like a spiritual ritual, hit you with a clip full Of missiles then leave they initials carved on your physical Official dudes, one-type crew, undivisible, typical niggas That done pulled their triggers when the whistle blew The Lyrical Assassin is back in action Packed to get the cash while the cameras flashin' I'm livin' what I'm rappin', y'all cats is actin' That's why I spit it with passion, that ass in [Bridge] This is the chain reaction This is the chain reaction [Chorus] This for my niggas on the block, gettin' figures by the knots With their triggers punk cocked, the love bustin' ain't easy Slip a clip and lick a shot, yeah, they snitchin' to the cops Nah, this shit ain't gon' stop, this is far from peace For all my hustlers and thugs that be foolin' with double love From my fullers on they snubs, real official OGs For all my peoples locked up, reppin' with they dots up When the beef pops up, nah, they don't go to police