Naughty by Nature Chain Remains Lyrics

Poverty’s Paradise Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro Skit
  • 2 Poverty’s Paradise
  • 3 Clap Yo Hands
  • 4 City of Ci‐Lo
  • 5 Hang Out and Hustle
  • 6 It’s Workin’
  • 7 Holdin’ Fort
  • 8 Chain Remains
  • 9 Feel Me Flow
  • 10 Craziest
  • 11 Radio Skit
  • 12 Sunshine
  • 13 Webber (skit)
  • 14 Respect Due
  • 15 World Go Round
  • 16 Klickow‐Klickow
  • 17 Double I (skit)
  • 18 Slang Bang
  • 19 Shout Out
  • 20 Outro
  • 21 Connections
  • Right about now, I think it's time you explained to everybody
    The real reason you wear this cahin around your neck, alright!

    (Yo, yo this Puff Daddy Number 1-6-double0-3-0-5-0 representing Davenport
    The experimental prison, ya know what I'm saying? Representing Double I for life

    Too many of my people got time, it shows as crime unfolds
    Many snap in a trap now new minds explode
    Learn the ability to find their goals
    Locked in a facility where time is froze
    God knows the heart hurts to see no sky, just dirt
    They give a man a cell quick before they give a man work
    So we get into this black, this black cat syndrome
    Grow older like there's no heart and no soul ingrown
    Bars and cement instead of help for our people
    Jails ain't nothing but the slave day sequel
    Trying to flee the trap of this nation
    Seeing penitentiary's the plan ta plant the new plantation
    They say we'll take the animals from cottons and crops
    Straight to forgotten wit locks plotting to rotting our stocks
    They draw a crooked line and wait for your foot ta fall under
    Serving most of my brothers another football number
    Judges look at our seeds, these brothers, like enemies
    Saying "We don't need G's", giving out years like free cheese
    Free please, *****, ain't no freedom
    Who's locked up? Who's shot up? Who's strung out? Who's bleeding? Keep reading
    I'm here to explain the chain remain the same
    Maintain for the brothers and sisters locked

    [Chorus: x4]
    The chain remains

    (Prisoner 1-5-4-3-0-5-0 representing Jersey. All y'all *****s better back
    The **** up, man, it's getting busy)
    (Yo this is Big Kym coming straight outta Compton. I'm locked up in Fort
    Dix, New Jersey, Number 0-7-3-9-3-0-6-7. I, I be checking y'all out in 1997, later)

    Nowadays still we're captured, still hear wicked laughter while shackled
    We're beaten and battered then cuffed after we're tackled
    We're tugged while increasing the mugged and indecent
    Hit one more time wit a black jack then dragged in the precinct
    Still don't know what the back and forth, looking meaner, meant stripped
    Made into a convict, booked then fingerprinted
    How many more times of this humiliation?
    How many more bouts do we have to lose while we fight for our rights in
    This nation
    That we supposed ta have since birth
    But the breaks on the bricks get worse, so it's jail first
    And that's all they offer us
    Ain't that right Mr Officer?

    [Chorus: x10]

    (This is Orion 15-431-0-5-0 up in Tennesee outta Fort Dix representin
    Cleveland and Illtown)

    Some rob blocks, does it matter or should it?
    While ghetto's dodge, cops duck bullets and pull it
    I "Hang Out and Hustle wit my friends" til the end, til the day we burn pens
    Ain't no mystery we need victory, the system conspired
    The days of the riots ain't retired
    But brothers staying calm 'cause they soldiers
    Til when the only solutions revolution, no we told ya
    The chain remains til we up rise
    Stuck in a land where we ain't meant to survive
    And I hope this don't suit ya, some work
    Like a slave ta get a hit but won't work to save for a future
    And that's when the cost is the man within
    And we're just as lost as the land we in
    Some balst, some based and some dropped down
    And most who sold it right now are lock down and rocked round
    And it's been happening so much
    That they make it so that it ain't even no shock now

    [Chorus: x5]

    (This is Lil' Steve 1-6-0-0-6-0-5-0 chilling at Fort Dix representing 118.
    Get out in '96)
    The chain remains (Peace then!)
    (This is, aah, Lil' Pers, aah. 14-6-23-0-1-6 from Washington DC. Right now
    I'm up in Fort Dix, aah, Jersey. My out date is 12/25/2003. Way I'm thinking
    Is, aah, it's on, mad stuff and we all better do something for the brothers
    Who is locked dizzown. 'cause they locked down and I don't care if we
    Definitely lock down the heat. Do something, do something bad. Peace out!)

    Yo what's up, this Terreet Pett, formerly known as 1-11-7-19
    I'd like to give a couple of shouts to come of the brothers
    I was locked down wit in Borentown
    Aleem Jones, Kenneth Myall, Big Will Baskerville, Big Bruvon Fuller
    My man Asherkol from Camden, Big Jahud from Camden
    And I'm out!!

    PS Flash,
    Thankx a ****in heaps for letting me use this very private
    E-mail address. You truly are ****ing legend
    Peace out

    Written by: Keir Gist, Anthony Shawn Criss, Vincent E. Brown, Bryce Wilson
    Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group

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