Mook TBG, P3k On 1Thou - Death Chamber lyrics

Bow, bow we welcome you to Death Chamber
Get your guns get your ammunition
And let the games begin (Begin) get low
Get low there they go, there they go
Nah, I don't need no mask spend the block
Spend the block spend the block
Spend the block

Niggas ain't doin' shit
I really live for this, yeah
Bust down the watch
Shoot it he paid the kill, we paid the bill
Nigga, you down or not?
We in the parking lot
We got to run it up 'fore the block get hot
That's how wе stay at the top
Niggas ain't really no killers
But want to bе killers the Glock

It's givin' it to them
How many shots 'til his body ruin?
Spanish bitch, speakin' influence
We make a movie mama keep telling me
"Boy don't get caught up with
None of these groupies" nigga, you stupid
Need my lama bitch
This shit blow hard as shit
Crash the whip, we try to get at his ass
Fuck it
We shoot up the lift for runnin' his lip

Fuck, what you talkin' 'bout
We really ballin' out, I'm ballin' now
Fuck it, I'm spazzin' out
Think he a savage now, he actin' out
We go and check him out
Hit him like pack he out (Like pack he out)

This a death chamber put one in the chamber
Spin the block, we in the rover, nobody sober
We some steppers, get your back blown out
On the Grammy, actin' now
In broad day we poppin' out
Guarantee, we air it out, squeeze the cake
Face blown out (Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow)

Dear God, I know you created us equal
But we are far from equal
I'm worth about ten M's
This little nigga taggin' me on the 'Gram
With bands held up to his face (yeah)
We are not the same

50 bands in the night shift gettin' rich
Tippin' strippers in the trap house
Car breaks, that dog food, cat food
Quick flip, two killers with the two sticks
Can't miss
Big coke 'bout to broke though, ship
That gotta stash them potatoes, fuck rap
Got a few bitches, gotta swallow that (yeah)
Got it stuffed in their belly
Or their ass crack (yeah)
80 pointers on my necklace, take mine
That's a early grave death wish
Bust mine, kill a nigga on IG Or FaceTime

Bury a fuck nigga on live two clips extendo
Five shots through the Lambo window
Skrtt off, two dead in the Benzo, no cap
Should've never gave info, real rap
This bitch is a eater, last talk
We call her skeezer
White truck got pimp stage, beat her (yeah)
In the park, niggas wanna save her, at dark
(At dark)
We move loyal, 50 pounds, mixed with soda
More pounds add lil' water, more pounds
Add lil' cutline, more pounds

This a death chamber put one in the chamber
Spin the block, we in the rover, nobody sober
We some steppers, get your back blown out
On the Grammy, actin' now
In broad day we poppin' out
Guarantee, we air it out, squeeze the cake
Face blown out (Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow)

No peace, no justice no peace, no justice
No peace, no justice no peace, no justice
No peace, no justice no peace, no justice
No peace