Gas Chamber — текст песни (C-Bo)

(Verse1)
It`s time to drop the gas from the chamber
Niggas on AWOL rearrange your
Face with the quickness
And it`s the Garden Block sickness that got a nigga in this shit
So you better watch your back
`Cause C Bo got the strap
Pulling the ski mask down
About to jack
`Cause marks come up short
You better back back like an eight legged crawdad from the 44
Your`e scared to walk your alleys now
`Cause now days niggas from my hood
Will snatch your ass out the fucking crowd
And beat you down to the concrete
And then I piss on your ass with some of that Crazy
Horse, Of course
Niggas die
Meet my 44
Then it`s over `cause your`e hit by the hardcore
We can`t be in the same gang
`Cause the gang I`m in, ain`t down with that ying-yang
So raise up off the block
`Cause you get no props, nigga, against 32 shots
Come to my set, get chin checked
Mark, by an original gangster vet
And then I put the niggity nuts in your mouth
Your ass was in, but now your ass is out
Quick, hurry, in a dash
Get ready to feel the blast from the chamber punk
Come take a whiff of the gas
(Verse2)
Check, Ace, Deuce, Tre
So now it`s on
Release Slugs from my strap, until they gone
And talking shit won`t last
Get your ass blast
As I let the mac-10 tap that ass
Bo-Loc is what they call me
For the reason
I stay strapped and smoke ducks all through the season