(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