The Shivers Lyrics

The Shivers lyrics

(Intro: Chain Gang Platune)

 Yeah dog man, youknowhatI'msayin'?

 Fuck all you motherfuckers that wanna call the police on us

 and shit, when we tryin' to get our motherfuckin' loot youknowI'msayin'?

 (What, what?) Fuck y'all (What?) youknowI'msayin'?

 

 (Treach)

 You can rap, you can sing, see it ain't no thing

 Cause every nigga in my click is first nigga to swing

 Place the call, make you fall, we can break them all

 Cause every nigga we control, first nigga to roll

 

 (Chorus: Treach)

 So fuck the shivers, the Chain Gang delivers

 KABOOM!! The whole room the platune don't give a nigga what?

 Your whole style got too much cut, nigga what?

 Pick up your guns now WHAT THE FUCK!?!

 

 (Chain Gang Platune)

 I get the fuck up, your truant lifestyle, let's rough

 I'm even gon' be rich or poor, dead or handcuffed

 Niggas bust (BACK) but miss, and now the war is on

 and we gon' celebrate when you get murdered, deceased and gone

 Retaliation is a must when you fuck with us

 Tell me what was on your mind when you loaded your pistol up?

 Was it some gangsta shit, that couldn't been it (nah, that ain't it)

 Cause you bust four shots and still missed, now dig this

 Don't know your name, but know your face

 You made a mistake now you must be erased

 Really though, I'm loc'ed, go, deranged, sick and insane

 Drop rights, to start more fights than Mills Lane

 

 (Chorus: Treach)

 So fuck the shivers, the Chain Gang delivers

 KABOOM!! The whole room the platune don't give a nigga what?

 Your whole style got too much cut, nigga what?

 Pick up your guns now WHAT THE FUCK!?!

 

 (Chain Gang Platune)

 Voluptuous vixen, wear my dime pair, watch it like Nixon

 Niggas mad cause they can't put restrictions

 they know we fixin', to put the Chain team in the main stream

 Cut the bad blood like gang green, lyrical vaxine

 Injected by this mind specimen, my Oestrogen

 make the best of men guess again, I'm fresh in wind

 Consumed by the date stamp, tramps get amped

 cause they can't cramp the camp, we leave 'em damp

 Got them scared stiff like mannequins

 Keep 'em panicin', then we vanishin' into the world at large

 The Chain Gang Platune be the head niggas in charge

 

 (Chain Gang Platune)

 I serve to protect, self ??? on police premises

 Break bones as rug-be-snug, slugs being sold and printless

 Stay spittin' at your divisions, hit your visions

 Chain but automatic interest got taste for higher proof liquors

 If it gets adventures, affective niggas, arrest resistance

 Timper screamin' that deaf vast words splintered without the whispers

 Connects got prices for product, but Tune fathers vanish

 Rock the cuts now I control sonic voices like ???

 A thugs' mug shots' worth dollars

 Holla, we strange drama killers, can't stop the

 for pain is absolute vodka, tre, confrontation watch man

 for the progress of nation, yo I'm eatin' through your concentrations...

 

 (Treach)

 I'm comin' out combat and com-bows

 Competition is a combination of combustion

 Too valuable for commandin' nothin'

 I continue cuttin' destruction's smokin' or choke eruptions

 from California to Connecticut, I can hear the functions

 Continue the Lexus, (Spanish) tell them (Spanish)

 Category code of the street let's see the next day

 The Cruddy Click clicks and classics k-kloaw

 Cause it's beef on the streets then kick, kick the cow

 Catapult and critters kick 'em, quickers clap

 Cookin' trio's like Crio, I'll split that ass that go show your crack

 The killer cultural when I'm gun away to ???

 Since you got murdered they left you, the bitches who said you deserved it

 

 (Treach)

 You can rap, you can sing, see it ain't no thing

 Cause every nigga in my click is first nigga to swing

 Place the call, make you fall, we can break them all

 Cause every nigga we control, first nigga to roll

 

 (Chorus: Treach)

 So fuck the shivers, the Chain Gang delivers

 KABOOM!! The whole room the platune don't give a nigga what?

 Your whole style got too much cut, nigga what?

 Pick up your guns now WHAT THE FUCK!?!

 

 (Chain Gang Platune)

 Guess who speak the truth? I see the noose when the tongue get loose

 Neck choke, for the wrong shit you spoke

 took the wrong approach invincible

 With the writin' utensil, convincin' you

 on instrumentals my moody mental, sets the tempo

 Abdul of the mic, but your flow

 Slice and dice a extra nice, a writer from the deathest cypher

 Jersey believes 'em right, but Chain Gang with the sane slang

 Crazy, deranged, strange, with a sharp aim

 and shootin' range as deep as Danny maintain gets forfeited

 When we show up to play the sport

 niggas show the military support and fight for what you brought up

 Play to a good battle, battle and got grazed

 in the heart of New Jersey - straight land of the crazed

 Bad blood boils and picky goals will destroy you

 Fans, straight hand me the jams to unemploy you

 Yo, so you better keep it real right and tight

 Or that spotlight might only last for one night, aight!

 

 (Treach)

 You can rap, you can sing, see it ain't no thing

 Cause every nigga in my click is first nigga to swing

 Place the call, make you fall, we can break them all

 Cause every nigga we control, first nigga to roll

 

 (Chorus: Treach)

 So fuck the shivers, the Chain Gang delivers

 KABOOM!! The whole room the platune don't give a nigga what?

 Your whole style got too much cut, nigga what?

 Pick up your guns now WHAT THE FUCK!?!