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C-Bo

"Gas Chamber"

(Verse1)
It's time to drop the gas from the chamber
n*ggas on AWOL rearrange your
Face with the quickness
And it's the Garden Block sickness that got a n*gga in this sh*t
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, n*ggas from my hood
Will snatch your ass out the f*cking crowd
And beat you down to the concrete
And then I p*ss on your ass with some of that Crazy
Horse, Of course
n*ggas 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, n*gga, against 32 shots
Come to my set, get chin checked
Mark, by an original gangster vet
And then I put the n*ggity nuts in your mouth
Your ass was in, but now your ass is out
Quick, hurry, in a dash
I'm pullin a gat and 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 sh*t 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

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