Spice 1 - Gas Chamber lyrics

(chorus) Check muthaf**in 1 check 1-2 Shoot a muthaf**a down what a n***a do Check 1 check motherf**in 1-2 Shoot a muthaf**a down what a n***a do Check muthaf**in 1 check 1-2 Shoot a muthaf**a down what a n***a do (spice 1) Tschitty tschitty gang bang n***as 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 n***a stepped up close i got the blast on And muthaf**as in my hood were down for that n***a what i packs, i packs it big phat Muthaf**in ar-15 And fry that a** like sissaneen Cause in the bay there are no red or no blue guys Muthaf**as just drop life shoo flies So when you come don't claim no blue or red Cause these n***as will colour your a** 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 n***as don't care if you're a crip or a blood We are all get the gas chamber (chorus) (spice 1) Break mine up became a slang word Sellin that cooked up 'caine bird Is a key to a muthaf**in g Bustin caps in the mix back in 1983 So that's old school sh** to me I wanna live to see 23 But these n***as in the ghetto crave To see a n***a layin dead in a f**in grave And i gots to come sick with it I sold dope and crack and sh** but didn't stick with it Cause the boys in blue they got some new sh** A helicopter that you can't f** with And the funky-a** black on white Ran blue lights with that engine somethin' tight But 5-0 can't f** with the 5.0 Cause i'm a old school n***a at the sat show I whip sh** and get the n***as straight stuck on Pigs have a coke and a smile and get the f** on Cause i'm the same old n***a Even though my pocket's phat my belly's bigger I'm at the age 22 17 years old sh** i probably gaffled you But forget that sh** because it's all good And mr. rogers ain't got sh** on my neighbourhood Cause we was all young gangstas livin on a razor f**ed with us and we sprayed you But in '93 it ain't for you and me Cause we're straight get the gas chamber (chorus) (spice 1) Coughin...... On the real tho' partna This is what a n***a's tryin to say When you shoot the next muthaf**a You goin to jail regardless of what muthaf**in colour you got on You know i'm sayin You gonna get the gas chamber regardless So when i do this sh** for some cash anyway Like my lil' partna bushwick say: "if sh** don't make dollars, it don't make sense" 187 thousand g