Gas chamber

Gas chamber Lyrics

Ratta to the motherf**kin tat is how I stomp this
Much love for niggas that's sleepin up in the darkness
Cause I'm a crooked nigga 2 like Pac
I do a 1 8 7 with this motherf**kin glock
Shot you in the body
Had to break the gat off in his ass at the party nigga
Crazy as f**k I thought you knew me
Quick to put the bullets up in the motherf**kin Uzi b**ch
A OG nigga so I gotta G O and creep slow
And get this nigga while he's steppin out his car door
Bust, bang, I let my nugs hang, chewed out my Mustang
And let this motherf**kin gat sang
A bloody glock and a pocket full of rock
Got my sh*t on cock cause my slang don't stop
In the darkness I ain't the nigga who's slippin
I get the clip in, slam dunk it in the gat like Scottie Pippen
And watch these niggas scream like b**ches
I break em off somethin proper
And dump they ass in ditches

Chorus:

1-8-7, dump the niggas up in ditches
Fat nina for the player hatin b**ches
1-87, dump the niggas up in ditches
I got a fat nina for the player hatin b**ches
1-87, dump the niggas up in ditches
Fat nina for the player hatin b**ches
1-87, dump the niggas up in ditches
I got a fat nina for the player hatin b**ches

Engrave my name on the motherf**kin hollow tip
A autograph from the nigga, killer, lunatic
13 for the birdy, f**kin him in the game
When I get my hands dirty, nigga
You wanna squab with the nina
Comin up, wanna gat you with this trigger happy finger, b**ch
Still whoopin a nigga ass with some St. Ide's
Jealous niggas be wantin to gat me because they can't rise
I sell my sh*t wherever I want to sell my sh*t
I dig a ditch and let him meet nina, my little b**ch
Cause a nigga ain't soft
I f**k around and break every nigga in your hood off
Somethin proper cause I can't be caught slippin
7 in the mornin cookin keys in my kitchen
Here comes the pig bangin on my door
Screamin some sh*t about that 5.0
They must of seen me kill that man and run off in a hurry
Left the cola and the gats and the money cause a nigga done

Chorus 1/2

187 erupt, another motherf**kin walk by in your hood
I broke a gat in his ass because it's all good
And now the boys in blue wanna come after
The motherf**kin East Bay gangster murder master!
I'ma make that bacon fry, if he keep followin me around
f**kin off my indo high
Pigs don't notice sh*t, 1-87 is the nigga you're f**kin with
When I was young I used to get my gun
f**k with the G.T.A and bust at they ass for fun
Put the piggy in a blanket and when the G.T.A stall
I'm f**ked till I crank it
Then I'm 187,000 G with a warrant on head, layin d-e-a-d
My chrome gat shined like a sword

One motherf**ker sent off to the morgue

Chorus 3/4

Yeah nigga, straight motherf**kin G's in nine-tre
My nigga G-Nut, Omar, DJ motherf**kin Extra Large
187 Fac dumpin motherf**kers in ditches in nine-tre
You know what I'm sayin?
E-A-SKI, CM motherf**kin' T, you know what I'm sayin?
Niggas straight doin it, gangsta sh*t