36" Chain (Explicit)

***, we be that **, that's right

Number two, boo-boo, straight caca (Yeah)

I smoke *** with a dreadlocked rasta

Move like Frank, you will die like a hassa

Move like Jesus, die like a martyr

Hell of a choice when you're riding on the MARTA

Trying to get some ** in the hot car

How far is we away, man? Not far

The greatness they claim, not all

Are not, we are those juggernauts

Me El, we hail

Like a young Che Guevara and Fidel Castro

Cash flow, car full of females

Bad **, we in the DR

Any ** rapper boy gettin' out of line

I pray the preacher beat him to the *** ER (ER, ER, ER)

I spit them country rap tunes like Hee-Haw

*** flow, fish scale, no re-rock

Take a snort for yourself, shawty, see

"He raw... (sniff) See, he raw!"

That’s you, shawty, go on, snort your nose off

Then put the news in the street, Tom Brokaw

'Cause of you, shawty met a bad snow *** out of Brooklyn

And that Brooklyn *** straight got broke off

Yeah, she called her homegirl from the BX

Freaky lil 'Rican brought

X and we sexed

Couple months later, brought 'em down to Atlanta

And let 'em style on the 'bamas, that's right, yeah, we flex

Heard she got a baby daddy and a *** acting aggy

Runnin' 'round talkin' 'bout yeah, he 'plexed

*** better pray for a ho like he Tebow though

'Cause right now, he stay losin’ like the Jets

And I walk around like I got a 36" chain

And I walk around like I got a 36" chain

***, we be that **, that's right

Light a flare, put your thumbs in the air, high five

I came for the stash box, gimme that

I been waitin' for this all my life

3 AM and I'm still not right

Still awake, still away from fading

Crazy, Psilocybin why the ride so hazy

Dribble this spit till the street gets wavy

The bliss and pure **** magician, get to skipping

Not too tall dark and handsome, man

But I talk dark for ransoms, man

Spend grands of those zombies, folded origami

Yes, I bag the clams

Anyone object to the styles, get a smile and a backwards hand

(Backwards hand, backwards)

Peep that, venomous face in the place of an angel

Bringing that buckshot back to the table

Been a veteran, earthbound hellion

Try to say grace, get a face full of staples

Woke up and the city air smelled like maple

If you come straight from New York, you relate

If you come straight from another place, stay tuned

Me and Mike got the whole map held safe

Be it NYC or the ATL

From the ceilings of heaven to the gates of hell

We murder death, killed every stage we step

Homicide times two, better warn yourself, El

Anybody looking for some trouble better self-med

We could Double Dutch in a minefield, hell gets

Just the right temperature, breakbeat minister

Riverdance cleats on your face for the finisher

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