Bats & Chains (feat. Fleetwood Hitch)

They wanna meet me outside with the bats and chains
In the parking lot pulling out gats and things
But they use to be my homies
Isn't that strange
We use to blow trees
Now they wanna blow my brains

They wanna meet me outside with the bats and chains
In the parking lot pulling out gats and things
But they use to be my homies
Isn't that strange
We use to blow trees
Now they wanna blow my brains

They wanna meet me outside with the bats and chains
In the parking lot pulling out gats and things
But they use to be my homies
Isn't that strange
We use to blow trees
Now they wanna blow my brains

I used to kick it with these motherfuckers
They were dope
We used to smoke
But nowadays they must be on coke
Cos they a joke
They claiming that they wanna get me
They're mad at my lyrics
My flow
And dope delivery
Cant you see
It should be me
After you
Because you hating on me for the shit that I do
Well boohoo
You know where I'm at
You ain't the only one that's got a chain and a bat
Now react
Grab your guns
Bring your crew
Grab some brew
Bring your bitch too
Cos this dick's for all of you
I ain't scared of you
I ain't running from nobody
Called your bluff
When you pulled your shotty at my party
You ain't fooling nobody
If it's on then bring it on

They wanna meet me outside with the bats and chains
In the parking lot pulling out gats and things
But they use to be my homies
Isn't that strange
We use to blow trees
Now they wanna blow my brains

They wanna meet me outside with the bats and chains
In the parking lot pulling out gats and things
But they use to be my homies
Isn't that strange
We use to blow trees
Now they wanna blow my brains

They wanna meet me outside with the bats and chains
In the parking lot pulling out gats and things
But they use to be my homies
Isn't that strange
We use to blow trees
Now they wanna blow my brains

Is it jealousy?
Is that why you wanna murder me?
I've got you angry
Cos I'm hot like green chilli curry
I know it hurts you deeply
That I'm still alive
Got me strapped on the side
Like when Spice-1 was signed to Jive
Go and cry
Go run and tell you pappy
Tell'em that your ol' homie
Verbally bitched slapped me
Its not my fault you rap awfully
He slam the door at me
The others pulled their gats on me
Told me to get off the property
And leave quietly
Now how could this be?
I planned my strategy, carefully
And ducked down low
Then I dive straight through the front window
They wanna bash in my brains
I hear the rattle of chains
First time in my life I was happy to hear sirens

They wanna meet me outside with the bats and chains
In the parking lot pulling out gats and things
But they use to be my homies
Isn't that strange
We use to blow trees
Now they wanna blow my brains

They wanna meet me outside with the bats and chains
In the parking lot pulling out gats and things
But they use to be my homies
Isn't that strange
We use to blow trees
Now they wanna blow my brains

They wanna meet me outside with the bats and chains
In the parking lot pulling out gats and things
But they use to be my homies
Isn't that strange
We use to blow trees
Now they wanna blow my brains



Credits
Writer(s): George Mamalis
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