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lirik lagu gas chamber – spice 1

check motherf-ckin’ 1, check 1 2
shoot a motherf-cker down, what a n-gg- do?
check 1, check motherf-ckin’ 1 2
shoot a motherf-cker down, what a n-gg- do?
check motherf-ckin’ 1, check 1 2
shoot a motherf-cker down, what a n-gg- do?

chitty chitty gang bang, n-gg-s 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-gg- stepped up close i got tha blast on
and motherf-ckers in my hood were down for that
n-gg- what i packs, i packs it big phat

motherf-ckin’ ‘ey are 15
and fry that -ss like seasoning
’cause in the bay they are no red and no blue guys
motherf-ckers just drop like shoo flies

so when you come on claimed on blue or red
’cause these n-gg-s will color your -ss 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-gg-s don’t care if you a crip or a blood
we are all get the gas chamber

break mine up became a slang word
sellin’ dat cooked up caine bird
is a key to a motherf-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-gg-z in the ghetto crazy
a n-gg- layin’ dead in a f-ckin’ grave

and i gots to come sick wid it
i sold dope and crack and sh-t but didn’t stick wid it
’cause the boys in blue they got a new sh-t
a helicopter that you can’t f-ck wid

and the funky -ss black on white
ran blue lights wid that engine sumptin’ tight
but 5 0 can’t f-ck wid the 5.0
’cause i’m a old school n-gg- at the sat show

i whip sh-t and get the n-gg-z straight stack on
pigs have a c-ke and smile and get the f-ck on
’cause i’m the same old n-gg-
even though my pockets 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. right ain’t got sh-t on my neighborhood

’cause we was all young gangstaz livin’ on a razor
f-ck wid us and we sprayed ya
but in 93 it ain’t for you and me
’cause we are straight get the gas chamber

on the real douh partna
this is what a n-gg- tryin’ to say
when you shoot the next motherf-cker
you goin’ to jail regardless of what motherf-ckin’ color you got on

you know i´m sayin’, you gonna get the gas chamber regardless
so when i do this sh-t for some cash anyway
like my lil patna bushwick say
“if sh-t don’t make dollar, it don’t make sense”
187 thousand g

- spice 1

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