Naughty By Nature
Chain Remains
Right about now, I think it's 'bout time that you explained to everybody the real reason you wear this chain around your neck, aight!

Yo, yo this Mook Daddy Number 1-6-double 0-3-0-5-0 representin' down in Fort Dix federal prison, you know what I'm sayin?
Representin' Double I for life 1-18

[Verse 1: Treach]
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 nothin' but the slave day sequel
Tryin' to flee the trap of this nation
Seein' penitentiary's the plan to plant the new plantation
They say we'll take the animals from cottons and crops
Straight to forgotten wit locks plottin' to rottin' our stocks
They draw a crooked line and wait for your foot to fall under
Serving most of my brothers another football number
Judges look at our CDs, brothers like enemies
Saying "We don't need G's", giving out years like free cheese
Free please, n***a, 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

The chain remains
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Prisoner 15430-050 representin' Jersey. All y'all n***as better back the f**k up, let's get busy
Yo this is Big J comin straight outta Compton. I'm locked up Fort Dix, New Jersey, Number 0-7-3-9-3-0-6-7. I'll be checkin' y'all out in 1997, playa

[Verse 2: Treach]
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 to have since birth
But the breaks and the bricks get worse, so it's jail first
And that's all they offer us
Ain't that right Mr. Officer?

The chain remains
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This is Leron 15-431-0-5-0 up in Tennessee outta Fort Dix representin' Cleveland and Illtown

[Verse 3: Treach]
Some rob blocks, does it matter or should it?
While ghettos 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
So when the only solution's revolution, know we told ya
The chain remains 'til we uprise
Stuck in a land where we ain't meant to survive
And I hope this don't suit ya, some work
Like a slave to 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 blast, and some base, and some dropped down
And most who sold it right now are lock down and rocked round
And it's been happenin' so much
That they make it so that it ain't even no shock now

The chain remains
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This is Lil' Steve 1-6-0-0-6-0-5-0 chillin' at Fort Dix representin' 118
Get out in '96, I'll see you then
The chain remains
This, aah, Lil' Pers, aah. 14-6-23-0-1-6, Washington, DC. Right now
I'm up in Fort Dix, aah, New Jersey
My outdate is 12/25/2003
Way I'm thinkin' is, aah, it's all messed up, if there could be something for all the brothers who be locked dizzown
'Cause they locked down out there
And we definitely locked down in here
Do something, it's all 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 down in Bordentown
Aleem Jones, Kenneth Martin, Big Will Baskerville, Big Bruvon Fuller, my man Asherkol from Camden, Big Jahad from Camden
And I'm out!!