[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
