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Naughty by Nature - Chain Remains lyrics
Righ about now I think it's time you explained to everybody the real reason you wear this cahin around your neck aight! (Yo yo this Puff Daddy Number 1 6 double0 3 0 5 0 representin Davenport the experimental prison y'knowhutI'msayin? Representin Double I for life 1 18) Verse 1: Treach Too many of my people got time it shows as crime unfolds Many snap in a trap now new minds explode Learn the ability to find their goals Locked in a facility where time is froze God knows the heart hurts to see no sky, just dirt They give a man a cell quick before they give a man work So we get into this black, this black cat syndrome Grow older like there's no heart and no soul ingrown Bars and cement instead of help for our people Jails ain't nothin but the slave day sequel Tryin to flee the trap of this nation Seein penitentiary's the plan ta plant the new plantation They say we'll take the animals from cottons and crops straight to forgotten wit locks plottin to rottin our stocks They draw a crooked line and wait for your foot ta fall under Serving most of my brothers another football number Judges look at our seeds, these brothers, like enemies saying "We don't need G's", giving out years like free cheese Free please, nigga, ain't no freedom Who's locked up? Who's shot up? Who's strung out? Who's bleeding? Keep reading I'm here to explain the chain remain the same maintain for the brothers and sisters locked Chorus: The chain remains *repeat x4* (Prisoner 1-5-4-3-0-5-0 representin Jersey. All y'all niggas better back the fuck up, man, it's gettin busy) (Yo this is Big Kym comin straight outta Compton. I'm locked up in Fort Dix, New Jersey, Number 0-7-3-9-3-0-6-7. I, I be checkin y'all out in 1997, later) Verse 2: Treach Nowadays still we're captured, still hear wicked laughter while shackled we're beaten and battered then cuffed after we're tackled We're tugged while increasing the mugged and indecent hit one more time wit a black jack then dragged in the precinct Still don't know what the back and forth, looking meaner, meant stripped made into a convict, booked then fingerprinted How many more times of this humiliation? How many more bouts do we have to lose while we fight for our rights in this nation that we supposed ta have since birth but the breaks on the bricks get worse, so it's jail first And that's all they offer us Ain't that right Mr Officer? Chorus (x10) (This is Orion 15-431-0-5-0 up in Tennesee outta Fort Dix representin Cleveland and Illtown) Verse 3: Treach Some rob blocks, does it matter or should it? While ghetto's dodge, cops duck bullets and pull it I "Hang Out and Hustle wit my friends" til the end, til the day we burn pens Ain't no mystery we need victory, the system conspired the days of the riots ain't retired But brothers staying calm cos they soldiers til when the only solutions revolution, no we told ya The chain remains til we uprise Stuck in a land where we ain't meant to survive and I hope this don't suit ya, some work like a slave ta get a hit but won't work to save for a future And that's when the cost is the man within And we're just as lost as the land we in Some balst, some based and some dropped down and most who sold it right now are lock down and rocked round And it's been happenin so much that they make it so that it ain't even no shock now Chorus (x5) (This is Lil' Steve 1-6-0-0-6-0-5-0 chillin at Fort Dix representin 118. Get out in '96) The chain remains (Peace then!) (This is, aah, Lil' Pers, aah. 14-6-23-0-1-6 from Washington DC. Right now I'm up in Fort Dix, aah, Jersey. My outdate is 12/25/2003. Way I'm thinkin is, aah, it's on, mad stuff and we all better do somethin for the brothers who is locked dizzown. Cos they locked down and I don't care if we definitely lock down the heat. Do something, do somethin bad. Peace out!) Outro: Yo what's up, this Terreet Pett, formerly known as 1-11-7-19 I'd like to give a couple of shouts to come of the brothers I was locked down wit in Borentown Aleem Jones, Kenneth Myall, Big Will Baskerville, Big Bruvon Fuller My man Asherkol from Camden, Big Jahud from Camden and I'm out!! PS> Flash, Thankx a fuckin heaps for lettin me use this very private e-mail address. You truly are fuckin legend Peace out, MM |
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