Spice 1

Spice 1 - Gas Chamber lyrics

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Check muthafuckin 1 check 1-2

Shoot a muthafucka down what a nigga do

Check 1 check motherfuckin 1-2

Shoot a muthafucka down what a nigga do

Check muthafuckin 1 check 1-2

Shoot a muthafucka down what a nigga do

(Spice 1)

Tschitty Tschitty Gang Bang

Niggas 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 nigga stepped up close I got the blast on

And muthafuckas in my hood were down for that

Nigga what I packs, I packs it big phat

Muthafuckin AR-15

And fry that ass like sissaneen

Cause in the Bay there are no red or no blue guys

Muthafuckas just drop life shoo flies

So when you come don't claim no blue or red

Cause these niggas will colour your ass 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

Niggas don't care if you're a crip or a blood

We are all get the gas chamber

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(Spice 1)

Break mine up became a slang word

Sellin that cooked up 'caine bird

Is a key to a muthafuckin G

Bustin caps in the mix back in 1983

So that's old school shit to me

I wanna live to see 23

But these niggas in the ghetto crave

To see a nigga layin dead in a fuckin grave

And I gots to come sick with it

I sold dope and crack and shit but didn't stick with it

Cause the boys in blue they got some new shit

A helicopter that you can't fuck with

And the funky-ass black on white

Ran blue lights with that engine somethin' tight

But 5-0 can't fuck with the 5.0

Cause I'm a old school nigga at the sat show

I whip shit and get the niggas straight stuck on

Pigs have a coke and a smile and get the fuck on

Cause I'm the same old nigga

Even though my pocket's phat my belly's bigger

I'm at the age 22

17 years old shit I probably gaffled you

But forget that shit because it's all good

And Mr. Rogers ain't got shit on my neighbourhood

Cause we was all young gangstas livin on a razor

Fucked with us and we sprayed you

But in '93 it ain't for you and me

Cause we're straight get the gas chamber

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(Spice 1)

Coughin......

On the real tho' partna

This is what a nigga's tryin to say

When you shoot the next muthafucka

You goin to jail regardless of what muthafuckin colour you got on

You know I'm sayin

You gonna get the gas chamber regardless

So when I do this shit for some cash anyway

Like my lil' partna Bushwick say:

"If shit don't make dollars, it don't make sense"

187 thousand G

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