I gotta have it, shot out to my b-boy Beans
That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?
Chad, Chad what's on track?
I can't have it, shot out to my boy B. Sige
I gotta have it, don't forget my boogie with beam
It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic
I can't have it
When you look at the thing, give me the bling
Treat you, in the wind, to my borough, blowin' on my back
I gotta have it, don't forget the r-r-ring r-r-ring
Got the baby Uzi whop, turn your cruiser to a drop
Chain gang, gang bang
Of course I gotta have my
I need that, that Philly boy clap
Simply give him a chitty bang, sit him in a cling
Chain gang, gang bang, let my middle finger hang
And my S.P. chain gang, doing the damn thing
B, B Mack is back
Ain't nothin' changed my name, P. Crakk Cocaine
Hi-lo, rhino, put your body in pain
The mayor of Shot, this ain't England ain't no kings and queens
Style back, that's the method-zine
About to get your four stressed
Twista and Beanie greedy like Peedi make the gun go r-r-ring
Se pone’, Se pone’, Se pone muy dificil
That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?
That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?
Ten stacks, Crakk come to the club and do the thing
Pull up and let the bopper go bop, bop-bop
No play no games, 'fore blow your brain
The aim all that, when I flame you get all that
I gotta have it, shot out to my boy B. Sige
B. Mack, seat back, S.P. intact
Get off the block 'fore SWAT surround the spot
Clappin', ready for some action, and I'm going to empty the crib
I gotta have it, shot out to my b-boy Beans
I rep for the Roc and the State Property clique
B-Boy Mack fuck with cracks since tall cats
So I can whip back on the whole sixteenth
I gotta have it, don't forget the r-r-ring r-r-ring
And do the same to any nigga that’s tryin' take what I got
No name, no blame, Mack 10 no aim
Se pone’, Se pone’, Se pone muy dificil
It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic
Feelin' heard from us want to jerk and bust, we Merciless like Ming
Pursue it then might crack you, hit him with the glock
Hold up, wait, stop, fuck the cops
When they see these thug, in a circle, snip the 50's up
Hit you niggas in your back, send the rest in your hat
Relapse, I stay zapped, my urine ain't clean
Creepin' on niggas tryin' to test me in the black drop top
Don't forget you get that Uncle Midi
Chain gang, lickey with the ban
And the S.P.chain gang for doin' the damn thing
It’s the Chain Gang, Bang Bang I suggest ya’ll fall back
Blows fast, but hit your ho slow with the soul pole
We be locked in a box, three hots and a cot
Se pone’, Se pone’, Se pone muy dificil
I gotta have it, don't forget my boogie with beam
And my S.P. chain gang, doin' the damn thing
Catch a nigga whippin' in the kitchen cookin' in the pot
Ballin' in the bubble, blow a bubble, always actin' up
Quickly spit it r-r-ring
Range Rove, 24 inch, blacked out bulbs
State Prop click and pop hit you niggas with the glock
Bo range me after the show, you know
Chad, Chad what's on track?
I gotta have it, don't forget my boogie with beam
No one to blame but Peedi and a nigga I mean
Throw a finger up, give me love, Remi in the club
That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?
P, P, P, P Crakk Cocaine
Se pone’, Se pone’, Se pone muy dificil
Snitchin' on the gang
It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic
That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?
What's the reason for that?
And my S.P.chain gang, doin' the damn thing
Get him for his chain
And the S.P.chain gang for doin' the damn thing
I gotta have it, shot out to my b-boy Beans
You ain't got that, I'm in the crib fixin' my bricks
Sickey Rickey get his ziggy bang
Hand me the chain and the ring
Stay strapped with the Mack, with the 32 tall stack
Homey, you can't do shit
When you hear that, then you know here come the cops
When trouble feel the double barrel of a double platinum thug
It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic
You see me with Crakk, we strapped
