The Shivers Lyrics - Naughty By Nature

Yeah, dog, man, you know I'm sayin' 

Fuck all you motherfuckers that wanna call the police 

on us and shit When we tryin' to get our motherfuckin' 

loot, you know I'm sayin'? 

(What, what?) 

Fuck y'all 

(What?) 

You know I'm sayin'? 

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 

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 

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

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

Niggas bust, but miss and now the war is on 

(Back) 

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, fuck) 

'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 

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 

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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 mainstream 

Cut the bad blood like gangrene, lyrical vaccine 

Injected by this mind specimen, my Oestrogen 

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

Consumed by the date stem, 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 

I serve to protect, self charge 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 Aprovada 

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 

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 

[Incomprehensible] tell them [incomprehensible]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 [incomprehensible] 

Since you got murdered they left you 

The bitches who said you deserved it 

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 

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 

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 a 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 

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 

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