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(Verse1)
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It's time to drop the gas from the chamber
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Niggas on AWOL rearrange your
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Face with the quickness
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And it's the Garden Block sickness that got a nigga in this shit
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So you better watch your back
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'Cause C Bo got the strap
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Pulling the ski mask down
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About to jack
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'Cause marks come up short
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You better back back like an eight legged crawdad from the 44
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Your'e scared to walk your alleys now
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'Cause now days niggas from my hood
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Will snatch your ass out the fucking crowd
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And beat you down to the concrete
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And then I piss on your ass with some of that Crazy
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Horse, Of course
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Niggas die
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Meet my 44
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Then it's over 'cause your'e hit by the hardcore
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We can't be in the same gang
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'Cause the gang I'm in, ain't down with that ying-yang
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So raise up off the block
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'Cause you get no props, nigga, against 32 shots
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Come to my set, get chin checked
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Mark, by an original gangster vet
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And then I put the niggity nuts in your mouth
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Your ass was in, but now your ass is out
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Quick, hurry, in a dash
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Get ready to feel the blast from the chamber punk
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Come take a whiff of the gas
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(Verse2)
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Check, Ace, Deuce, Tre
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So now it's on
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Release Slugs from my strap, until they gone
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And talking shit won't last
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Get your ass blast
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As I let the mac-10 tap that ass
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Bo-Loc is what they call me
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For the reason
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I stay strapped and smoke ducks all through the season
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gas chamber
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