Gas Chamber lyrics

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[Hook]
Check muthaf*ckin 1, check 1-2
Shoot a muthaf*cka down what a n*gga do
Check muthaf*ckin 1, check 1-2
Shoot a muthaf*cka down what a n*gga do
Check muthaf*ckin 1, check 1-2
Shoot a muthaf*cka down what a n*gga do

[Verse 1]
Tschitty Tschitty Gang Bang
n*ggas 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*gga stepped up close I got the blast on
And muthaf*ckas in my hood were down for that
n*gga what I packs, I packs a big phat
Muthaf*ckin AR-15
And fry that ass like sissaneen
'Cause in the Bay there are no red or no blue guys
Muthaf*ckas just drop like shoe flies
So when you come don't claim no blue or red
'Cause these n*ggas will color your ass dead
I gotta keep my tec-9 in the bushes
Made more mail than the rest of the pushers
I'm standin tough like wrangler
n*ggas don't care if you're a crip or a blood
We'll all get the gas chamber
[Hook]
Check muthaf*ckin 1, check 1-2
Shoot a muthaf*cka down what a n*gga do
Check muthaf*ckin 1, check 1-2
Shoot a muthaf*cka down what a n*gga do
Check muthaf*ckin 1, check 1-2
Shoot a muthaf*cka down what a n*gga do

[Verse 2]
Break mine up became a slang word
Sellin that cooked up 'caine bird
Is a key to a muthaf*ckin G
Bustin caps in the mix back in 1983
So that's old school sh*t to me
I wanna live to see 23
But these n*ggas in the ghetto crave
To see a n*gga layin dead in a f*ckin grave
And I gots to come sick with it
I sold dope and crack and sh*t but didn't stick with it
'Cause the boys in blue, they got some new sh*t
A helicopter that you can't f*ck with
And a funky-ass black on white
Red and blue lights with that engine somethin' tight
But 5-0 can't f*ck with the 5.0
'Cause I'm a old school n*gga at the sideshow
I whip sh*t and get the n*ggas straight stuck on
Pigs have a coke and a smile and get the f*ck on
'Cause I'm the same old n*gga
Even though my pocket's phat, my belly's bigger
I'm at the age 22
17 years old sh*t I probably gaffled you
But forget that sh*t because it's all good
And Mr. Rogers ain't got sh*t on my neighborhood
'Cause we was all young gangstas livin on a razor
f*cked 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 muthaf*ckin 1, check 1-2
Shoot a muthaf*cka down what a n*gga do
Check muthaf*ckin 1, check 1-2
Shoot a muthaf*cka down what a n*gga do
Check muthaf*ckin 1, check 1-2
Shoot a muthaf*cka down what a n*gga do

[Outro]
*cough* cough*
On the real tho' partna
This is what a n*gga's tryin to say
When you shoot the next muthaf*cka
You goin to jail regardless of what muthaf*ckin color you got on
You know I'm sayin
You gonna get the gas chamber regardless
So why not do this sh*t for some cash anyway?
Like my lil' partna Bushwick say:
"If sh*t don't make dollars, it don't make sense"
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