Chaos&Order - Chain Gang is the Click lyrics

[Hook x2] We fight together, we ride together Right now we gonna get loud together Chain Gang is the click Its Trademarc the truth This is Basic Thuganomics I'm raining fire like Apache helicopters [Verse 1: John Cena] Prepare for the worst we commin thunderin Opposition wonderin how they get the drop on us We set up and lock corners try to put a stop on us We react so quick the 5o couldn't even call the cops on us Steady put the rocks on us but my chain stay still Still my name stay real spit the flame they feel I know the game take sk** that why the brains stay ill We bout to change the deal keep the champagne chilled We sippin clique(?) With a molly rose Y'all belly meatin beef and nothing but bologna foes Your phony flows we stopping your rise We own the game y'all is leasing with the option to buy Your flight been delayed kid you not gonna fly We got the army throw your hands to the sky This is Chain Gang, b**h don't bother to check us Y'all don't got to like us but you gon' respect us, motherf**er [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Tha Trademarc] Listen baby I'm just tryin to eat Just the same game that put the chain gang in the street Got goons with a few hundred clips in the heat It seems s** violence and money are dyin to meet God damn I'm a fan this music moved me I found writing rhymes all the time would soothe me Don't lose me never let the truth allude me The sk**s I respect are expected duelly Some got gifts man but reflect it crudely That why I keep it real like rejected movies What now and no what was or would be Only sing along if you understood me The scene hip hop dawg ain't were it could be Trademarc will take y'all right where it should be You actors and that's where it stops We stars on stage y'all are decorative props what now [Hook x2] [Verse 3: tha Trademarc] Look man, my voice christenin beats Your vision see ripples on concrete from glistenin heat Whenever I speak, I walk streets Calm when I creep Trademarc, John Cena, Freddie Foxx, and rup Corrupt Mob The Chain Gang spittin the same slang Let the iron go bang bang and came lame Church bells ring ring to all y'all coppin the lock let it hang hang [Verse 4: John Cena] Yall think we lucky that ain't nothin new to me Cause luck is preparation lockin heads with opportunity So far I just had to listen and learn Play my position and earn with the vision and burn Now the sh** is all turned and im reppin for pride Where im from you either step up or step aside Want some get some stop drop and peril Chain Gang run this b**h lock stock and barrel [Hook x2] We fight together, we ride together Right now we gonna get loud together Chain gang is the click (echo)