2007 Radio

You're listening to 2007 Radio Chain Reaction Gang, You know what I mean This ain't no fake shit This ain't no wannabe, wannabe shit This is that real, raw Gangster shit Hanging out in the garden from 9 til 4 Hanging out in the garden Ahh yeah Ahh yeah There's 2 ways Out the 3 What, wha, what's your dream If I chase it all Girl if I go Would you still take my call But now I'm gone, and I'm never coming back I ain't here to stunt, I'm just here to kill these tracks Tell you what I'm on Of course I gotta get these stacks Gotta make em long Box em up in rubber bands Yeah I got a lot A lot of hot runners with me But it comes at costs Coz they wanna come for us Still we get the love Can't kill this energy Homie still we pray They got their hopes for me Left me like the night Moving on my peddle bike Pushing on these nikes Switch light With a movie on Tell em what I'm like Only you can tell em where I'm from Remind me of my rights Coz you know I gotta do some wrong CHAIN REACTION GANG Hanging out in the garden from 9 til 4 Hanging out in the garden Ahh yeah Ahh yeah There's 2 ways Out the 3 What, wha, what's your dream If I chase it all Girl if I go Would you still take my call Yeah, yo I put you on All up in your feelings Dripping Blessings on me son Applying pressure like this money I just get it then we duss When I'm running through Chain reaction with my crew Pretty nigga revenue Boy the motto's Get your money up Ain't taking the time We kill 100 miles And burn red lights I'm untouchable Baby pick your side No-one to run it by Ahh yeah Ahh yeah There's 2 ways Out the 3 What, wha, what's your dream If I chase it all Girl if I go Would you still take my call Next up We've got Cary, from fucking Windsor With his rendition, of James Brown Ain't no Mountain High Enough