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