Chamber Danger Lyrics by G.p. Wu

Chamber Danger

Intro:
[whispering] take em shake em brake em [x8]
1,1,1,2, how we do it real son. word up. yo yo yo yo so now enter the next
Chamber yo yo check it.

Rubbabandz:
Yo yo when I approach the battlefields
Grab your neck and protect and never neglect the blood spill
Im bein all I can be like the army
Correct Im droppin more loads then dirty laundry
All four embarrassing you like a cold sore
Im lockin niggas down like the law
The eight ball must take a fall
Why its like that?
The white ball takes out the black
Im deeper then the pain being felt through abortion
Got to pay the cost and now this is extortion
Comin out your pockets like sperm cause Im forcin
Your sweatin I bring fear like armaggedon

Down low recka:
Its show time yall can put that shit to rest
Watch down low wreck it in one verse or less
Give me room who the fuck is that strippin in the back frontin
Like he a mack stuntin
With no stats but you lack thee intelligence to be a master
I season never teasin for self pleasin
Ill take em get into their brain cells and rape em
Shake em out of all reality and brake em

Hook:
Think you had enough of this roughness
Well get the fuck out my chamber nigga
[take em shake em brake em] till he had enough
[take em shake em brake em] enough of that real stuff
[take em shake em brake em] give it to em raw
In my chamber danger

Rubbabandz:
It took some time and a lot of thought to get my head together
Its like runnin for your guns you might as well run forever
Dependin on steal dick nigga you aint shit
Cause gladiators dont need guns to cause crucial conflicts
We hit like mack trucks what the fuck was you thinkin
I got stuck now I walk the streets without blinkin
Cause I know the spotlight invites greedy and grimey individuals in my
Cipher
Forcing me to get hyper run up the steps plot on top of the roof and play
Mister sniper
[I see you nigga] 1-81 side chamber danger
One in the head I take your life outta anger
Intentionally get away with the crime and make it an unsolved mystery

Down low recka:
Thats how the shits suppose to be
Stop its down lows turn to rock
Give me the mic plus gas to lock shows in blocks
I got the ladder
And if I ever fall from the top Im a splatter
Then heat my way back to hot
Its a natural fact when its wack I conteract
Down low [flip the sound] rns [flip the track]
And take em back you motherfuckin right its like that
Im strapped with double edge swords and a mac
For ya area bitches got me runnin from the cat
All I want is my m-o-n-e-y dime sack
Its on gp connects like full
War rns tracks lay law
And got this shit here locked we on top the forgotten rot
Shoalin zoo dirty rotten spot make it hot by lickin shot
Then pursue a homicide this is stop em from committing suuuuicide

Hook