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Spice 1 - Gas Chamber lyrics
CHORUS Check motherfuckin 1 check 1 2 Shoot a motherfucker down what a nigga do Check 1 check motherfuckin 1 2 Shoot a motherfucker down what a nigga do Check motherfuckin 1 check 1 2 Shoot a motherfucker down what a nigga do [ VERSE 1 ] Tschitty Tschitty Gang Bang Niggas wanna slang caine But like I said before its 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 nigga stepped up close I got tha blast on And motherfuckers in my hood were down for that Nigga what I packs I packs it big phat Motherfuckin ey are 15 And fry that ass like sissaneen Cause in tha Bay they are no red and no blue guys Motherfuckers just drive like ????? So when you come on claimed on blue or red Cause these niggas will colour your ass 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 Niggas don't care if you a crip or a blood We are all get the gas chamber CHORUS [ VERSE 2 ] Break mine up became a slang word Sellin dat cooked up caine bird Is a key to a motherfuckin G Bustin caps in the mix back in 1983 So dats old school shit to me I wanna live to see 23 But these niggas in the ghetto crazy A nigga layin dead in a fuckin grave And I gots to come sick wid it I sold dope and crack and shit but didn't stick wid it Cause the boys in blue they got a new shit A helicopter that you can't fuck wid And the funky ass black on white ran blue lights wid that engine sumptin tight But 50 can't fuck wid the 5.0 Cause I'm a old school nigga at the sat show I whip shit and get the niggas straight stack on Pigs have a ??? smile to get the fuck on Cause I'm the same old nigga Even though my pockets phat my belly's bigger I'm at the age 22 17 years old shit I probably gaffled you But forget that shit because its all good And Mr. Right ain't got shit on my neighbourhood Cause we was all young gangstas livin on a razor Fuck wid us and we sprayed ya But in 93 it ain't for you and me Cause we are straight get the gas chamber CHORUS Smokin...... On the real douh patna this is what a nigga tryin to say When you shoot the next motherfucker You goin to jail regard this So ???? motherfuckin colour you got on You know I´m sayin you gonna get the gas chamber regard this So when I do this shit for some cash anyway Like my lil patna Bushwick say : " If shit don't make dollar , it don't make sense " 187 thousand G |
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