[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, no regret

[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