Gas Chamber - C Bo

(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 fucking 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