Killer Mike & El-P - 36' Chain Lyrics
[Verse 1: Killer Mike]***** we be that shit that's rightNumber two boo boo straight caca (yeah)I smoke ganja with a dreadlocked rastaMove like Frank you gon' die like a hassaMove like Jesus die like a martyrHell of a choice when you riding a LamontaTrynna get some hoes in the hot carHow far is we away, man? Not farThe greatness they claim, not allAre not, we are those juggernautsMe El, we hailLike a young Che Guevara and FidelCastro, cash flow, car full of femalesBad hoes, we in the DRAny ***** rapper boy gettin' out of line I pray the preacher beat him to the goddamn ERI spit them country rap tunes like Hee-HawCocaine flow fishscale no re-rockTake a snort for yourself shawty see he rawSee he rawThat’s you shawty go on snort your nose offThen put the news in the street Tom BrokawCause of you shawty met a bad stone ***** out of Brooklyn and that Brooklyn ***** straight got broke offYeah she called her homegirl from the BX freaky lil 'Rican brought X and we sexedCouple months later brought 'em down to Atlanta and let 'em style on the 'bamas that's right yeah we flexHeard she got a baby daddy and a nigga acting aggy runnin' round talkin' 'bout yeah he plexedBetter pray for a ho like he Tebow though cause right now he stay losin’ like The Jets[Hook: El-P]And I walk around like I got a 36" chainAnd I walk around like I got a 36" chain[Verse 2: El-P]***** we be that shit that's rightLight a flare put your thumbs in the air high fiveI came for the stash box gimme thatI been waitin' for this all my life3 AM and I'm still not rightStill awake still away from fadingCrazyPsilocybinWhy the ride so hazyDribble this spit till the street gets wavyThe blitz in pure shit magicianGit to skippingNot too tall dark and handsome manBut I talk dark for ransoms manSpit grams at those zombiesFolded origamiYes I bag the clamsAnyone object to the styles, get a smile and a backwards handPeep that felonious face in the place of an angelBringing that buckshot back to the tableBeen a veteran, earthbound hellionTry to say grace get a face full of staplesWoke up are the city air smell like mapleIf you come straight from New York you relateIf you come straight from another place stay tooMe and Mike got the whole map held safe[Verse 3: Killer Mike]Be it NYC or the ATLFrom the ceilings of heaven to the gates of hellWe murder death killed every stage we stepHomicide times two better warn yourself, El[Verse 4: El-P]Anybody looking for some trouble better self medWe could double dutch in a minefield, hell getsJust the right temperature, break beat ministerRiverdance cleats on your face for the finisher
