Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gas Chamber, artist - Spice 1. Album song 187 He Wrote, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.06.1993
Record label: Thug World
Song language: English
Gas Chamber |
Check muthafuckin 1 check 1−2 |
Shoot a muthafucka down what a nigga do |
Check 1 check motherfuckin 1−2 |
Shoot a muthafucka down what a nigga do |
Check muthafuckin 1 check 1−2 |
Shoot a muthafucka down what a nigga do |
(Spice 1) |
Tschitty Tschitty Gang Bang |
Niggas 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 nigga stepped up close I got the blast on |
And muthafuckas in my hood were down for that |
Nigga what I packs, I packs it big phat |
Muthafuckin AR-15 |
And fry that ass like sissaneen |
Cause in the Bay there are no red or no blue guys |
Muthafuckas just drop life shoo flies |
So when you come don’t claim no 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’re a crip or a blood |
We are all get the gas chamber |
(Spice 1) |
Break mine up became a slang word |
Sellin that cooked up 'caine bird |
Is a key to a muthafuckin G |
Bustin caps in the mix back in 1983 |
So that’s old school shit to me |
I wanna live to see 23 |
But these niggas in the ghetto crave |
To see a nigga layin dead in a fuckin grave |
And I gots to come sick with it |
I sold dope and crack and shit but didn’t stick with it |
Cause the boys in blue they got some new shit |
A helicopter that you can’t fuck with |
And the funky-ass black on white |
Ran blue lights with that engine somethin' tight |
But 5−0 can’t fuck with the 5.0 |
Cause I’m a old school nigga at the side show |
I whip shit and get the niggas straight stuck on |
Pigs have a coke and a smile and get the fuck on |
Cause I’m the same old nigga |
Even though my pocket’s phat my belly’s bigger |
I’m at the age 22 |
17 years old shit I probably gaffled you |
But forget that shit because it’s all good |
And Mr. Rogers ain’t got shit on my neighbourhood |
Cause we was all young gangstas livin on a razor |
Fucked with us and we sprayed you |
But in '93 it ain’t for you and me |
Cause we’re straight get the gas chamber |
(Spice 1) |
Coughin… |
On the real tho' partna |
This is what a nigga’s tryin to say |
When you shoot the next muthafucka |
You goin to jail regardless of what muthafuckin colour you got on |
You know I’m sayin |
You gonna get the gas chamber regardless |
So when I do this shit for some cash anyway |
Like my lil' partna Bushwick say: |
«If shit don’t make dollars, it don’t make sense» |
187 thousand G |