(verse1)
Itand's time to drop the gas from the chamber
Niggas on awol rearrange your
Face with the quickness
And itand's the garden block sickness that got a nigga in this shit
So you better watch your back
and'cause c bo got the strap
Pulling the ski mask down
About to jack
and'cause marks come up short
You better back back like an eight legged crawdad from the 44
Yourand'e scared to walk your alleys now
and'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 itand's over and'cause yourand'e hit by the hardcore
We canand't be in the same gang
and'cause the gang iand'm in, ainand't down with that ying-yang
So raise up off the block
and'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 itand's on
Release slugs from my strap, until they gone
And talking shit wonand'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
