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