John Cena Chain Gang Is the Click Lyrics

We fight together, we ride together,
Right now we gonna get live together,
Chain Gang is the click,
It's Trademarc the truth,
This is Basic Thuganomics,
I'm raining fire like apache helicopters.
We fight together, we ride together,
Right now we gonna get live together,
Chain Gang is the click,
It's Trademarc the truth,
This is Basic Thuganomics,
I'm raining fire like apache helicopters.

(John Cena)
Prepare for the worst we commin thunderin,
Opposition wonderin how they get the drop on us,
We set up and lock corners try to put a stop on us.
We react so quick the 5-o couldn't even call the cops on us,
Steady put the rocks on us.
But my chain stay still, still my name stay real.
Spit the flame they feel.
I know the game take skill that's why the brains stay ill,
We about to change the deal,
Keep the Champagne chilled,
We sippin deep with a molly rose,
Y'all belly meatin beef and nothing but bologna foes.
Your phony flows we stopping rise own the own the game.
Y'all is leasing with the option to buy.
Your flight been delayed kid you not gonna fly.
We got the army, throw your hands to the sky.
This is Chain Gang b____, don't bother to check us.
Y'all don't got to like us but you gon respect us,
m_________er.

(Trademarc)
Listen baby,
I'm just tryin to eat.
It's the same game that put chain gang in the street.
Got goons with a few hundred clips in the heat.
It seems s__, violence and money dyin to meet.
God d___ I'm a fan.
This music move me,
I found writting rhymes all the time would soothe me.
Don't lose me,
Never let the truth allude me.
The skills I respect, are expected, do me.
Some got gifts man but reflect it crudely.
That's why I keep it real, like rejected movies.
What now aint no, what was or would be.
Only sing along if you understood me.
You see hip-hop dog aint were it could be.
Trademarc will take y'all right where it should be.
You actors that's where it stops.
You stars on stage y'all are decorative props.
What now?

(Trademarc)
Look man,
My voice christening beats.
Your vision see ripples on concrete from glisten heat,
Whenever I speak, I walk streets, calm and I greet.
Trademarc, John Cena, Freddie Foxxx and rock corrupt mob,
The Chain Gang, spittin the same slang,
Let the iron go bang bang.
You came lame, church bells gunna ring ring,
To all y'all poppin the lock let it hang, hang.

(John Cena)
Y'all think we lucky.
That ain't nothin new to me.
Cause luck is preparation,
Lockin heads with opportunity.
So far, I just had to listen and learn,
Play my position and earn,
With the vision and burn,
Now the s___ is our turn,
And I'm reppin for pride.
Where I'm from, you either step up or step aside.
Want some, get some, stop, drop and parrel.
Chain Gang run this b____--lock, stock, barrel.