Gas Chamber

Lyrics
[Hook] Check muthafuckin' 1, check 1-2 Shoot a muthafucka down, what a nigga do Check muthafuckin' 1, check 1-2 Shoot a muthafucka down, what a nigga do Check muthafuckin' 1, check 1-2 Shoot a muthafucka down, what a nigga do [Verse 1] Chitty Chitty Gang Bang Niggas wanna slang 'caine But like I said before it's a ghetto thang You wouldn't understand it 'Cause at the tender age of 14 the gat was handed I put in work to get the cash on When a nigga stepped up close I got the blast on And muthafuckas in my hood were down for that Nigga what I packs, I packs a big phat Muthafuckin' AR-15 And fry that ass like sissaneen 'Cause in the Bay there are no red or no blue guys Muthafuckas just drop like shoe flies So when you come don't claim no blue or red 'Cause these niggas will color your ass dead I gotta keep my TEC-9 in the bushes Make more mail than the rest of the pushers I'm standin' tough like Wrangler Niggas don't care if you're a Crip or a Blood We'll all get the gas chamber [Hook] Check muthafuckin' 1, check 1-2 Shoot a muthafucka down, what a nigga do Check muthafuckin' 1, check 1-2 Shoot a muthafucka down, what a nigga do Check muthafuckin' 1, check 1-2 Shoot a muthafucka down, what a nigga do [Verse 2] Break mine up became a slang word Sellin' that cooked up 'caine bird Is a key to a muthafuckin' G Bustin' caps in the mix back in 1983 So that's old school shit to me I wanna live to see 23 But these niggas in the ghetto crave To see a nigga layin' dead in a fuckin' grave And I gots to come sick with it I sold dope and crack and shit but didn't stick with it 'Cause the boys in blue, they got some new shit A helicopter that you can't fuck with And a funky-ass black on white Red and blue lights with that engine somethin' tight But 5-0 can't fuck with the 5.0 'Cause I'm a old school nigga at the sideshow I whip shit and get the niggas straight stuck on Pigs have a coke and a smile and get the fuck on 'Cause I'm the same old nigga Even though my pocket's phat, my belly's bigger I'm at the age 22 17 years old, shit, I probably gaffled you But forget that shit because it's all good And Mr. Rogers ain't got shit on my neighborhood 'Cause we was all young gangstas livin' on a razor Fucked with us and we sprayed you But in '93 it ain't for you and me 'Cause we'll straight get the gas chamber [Hook] Check muthafuckin' 1, check 1-2 Shoot a muthafucka down, what a nigga do Check muthafuckin' 1, check 1-2 Shoot a muthafucka down, what a nigga do Check muthafuckin' 1, check 1-2 Shoot a muthafucka down, what a nigga do [Outro] *cough* cough* On the real tho', partna This is what a nigga's tryin' to say When you shoot the next muthafucka You goin' to jail regardless of what muthafuckin' color you got on You know I'm sayin'? You gonna get the gas chamber regardless So why not do this shit for some cash anyway? Like my lil' partna Bushwick say: "If shit don't make dollars, it don't make sense" 187 thousand G
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- Writers
- Spice 1
- Too $hort