[Chorus]
Boys want my piece and chain
Run up on me and get a hole in the brain
These boys want my piece and chain
Run up on me and I'ma leave 'em layin' in the street

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I can see it all clearly
These bustas want my chain, but better not come near me
'Cause if they do, it'll be the last time
I'ma leave 'em sleepin' where nobody can find
I've got twelve chains and twelve pieces 'round my neck
I'm reppin' Rhyme Tyme Records with much respect
What these haters expect? They can't afford my shine
When they try to buy a chain, their credit cards decline

[Chorus]
These boys want my piece and chain
Run up on me and get a hole in the brain
These boys want my piece and chain
Run up on me and I'ma leave 'em layin'
In the street

[Verse 2]
These boys got nothin' but hate
So I brush 'em off, and just stack this cake
I done told you, my piece and chain the best in the rap game
And ever since the fame, the money ain't been the same
It got different, and I got more chains
And cutie pies want me, 'cause I'm in lane
Tell me why these rats wanna fight with a snake
It's 'cause my hoop game solid, and winnin' is my fate
If you see me in the streets, you gon' see me with my chains on
I never take 'em off, and my blang game stay strong
And that's just how it goes
I don't even gotta try, but I still leave 'em froze
That's the difference between a hater and a real G
They gonna test, but V will never freeze
While these boys lookin' lame with no blang
I'm straight flexin' 'cause them boys want my chain
[Chorus]
These boys want my piece and chain
Run up on me and get a hole in the brain
These boys want my piece and chain
Run up on me and I'ma leave 'em layin' (In the street)
These boys want my piece and chain
Run up on me and get a hole in the brain
These boys want my piece and chain
Run up on me and I'ma leave 'em layin' in the street