C-Bo - Gas Chamber lyrics

[Verse1] It's time to drop the gas from the chamber n***as on AWOL rearrange your Face with the quickness And it's the Garden Block sickness that got a n***a in this sh** 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, n***as from my hood Will snatch your a** out the f**ing crowd And beat you down to the concrete And then I piss on your a** with some of that Crazy Horse, Of course n***as 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, n***a, against 32 shots Come to my set, get chin checked Mark, by an original gangster vet And then I put the n**ity nuts in your mouth Your a** was in, but now your a** 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 sh** won't last Get your a** blast As I let the mac-10 tap that a** Bo-Loc is what they call me For the reason I stay strapped and smoke ducks all through the season