(Chorus)
Check muthaf**in 1 check 1-2
Shoot a muthaf**a down what a n***a do
Check 1 check motherf**in 1-2
Shoot a muthaf**a down what a n***a do
Check muthaf**in 1 check 1-2
Shoot a muthaf**a down what a n***a do
(Spice 1)
Tschitty Tschitty Gang Bang
n***as wanna slang 'caine
But like I said before it's a ghetto thang
You wouldn't understand this
Cause at the tender age of 14 the Gat was handed
I put in work to get the cash on
When a n***a stepped up close I got the blast on
And muthaf**as in my hood were down for that
n***a what I packs, I packs it big phat
Muthaf**in AR-15
And fry that a** like sissaneen
Cause in the Bay there are no red or no blue guys
Muthaf**as just drop life shoo flies
So when you come don't claim no blue or red
Cause these n***as will colour your a** dead
I gotta keep my Tech-9 in the bushes
Made more mail than the rest of the pushers
I'm standin tough like wrangler
n***as don't care if you're a crip or a blood
We are all get the gas chamber
(Chorus)
(Spice 1)
Break mine up became a slang word
Sellin that cooked up 'caine bird
Is a key to a muthaf**in G
Bustin caps in the mix back in 1983
So that's old school sh** to me
I wanna live to see 23
But these n***as in the ghetto crave
To see a n***a layin dead in a f**in grave
And I gots to come sick with it
I sold dope and crack and sh** but didn't stick with it
Cause the boys in blue they got some new sh**
A helicopter that you can't f** with
And the funky-a** black on white
Ran blue lights with that engine somethin' tight
But 5-0 can't f** with the 5.0
Cause I'm a old school n***a at the sat show
I whip sh** and get the n***as straight stuck on
Pigs have a coke and a smile and get the f** on
Cause I'm the same old n***a
Even though my pocket's phat my belly's bigger
I'm at the age 22
17 years old sh** I probably gaffled you
But forget that sh** because it's all good
And Mr. Rogers ain't got sh** on my neighbourhood
Cause we was all young gangstas livin on a razor
f**ed with us and we sprayed you
But in '93 it ain't for you and me
Cause we're straight get the gas chamber
(Chorus)
(Spice 1)
Coughin......
On the real tho' partna
This is what a n***a's tryin to say
When you shoot the next muthaf**a
You goin to jail regardless of what muthaf**in colour you got on
You know I'm sayin
You gonna get the gas chamber regardless
So when I do this sh** for some cash anyway
Like my lil' partna Bushwick say:
"If sh** don't make dollars, it don't make sense"
187 thousand G