Its almost as if he's magnetic, the metal he grips
I'm telling them this, before I click, you might wanna be better equipped
I can put 3 in your hip, before you hop in the whip and dip
I'm a country boy from the Ranch I keep a celery stick
When you this hot you'll feel spicy it's hard to stay grounded
I cut corners, who would've thought I'd be well rounded
I hope you can swim these bullets you bout to drown in
The kid ain't the one to play around with
I'm a dog, ain't nobody petting me, I'm a different pedigree (Ya ya)
Pull out the alphabet soup, but all you gone hear is the letter"B"
Buh buh buh buh, anyone looking for Muff, gone probably end up a celebrity
Buh buh buh buh, never mind nigga you barely gone end up a memory
Keep acting like we ain't running it, like we ain't running
Like we ain't gone shoot, like we ain't gonna hit
So run your mouth, and keep running it
But don't forget, best believe I keep one in that
Chamber, chamber, I keep one in that
Chamber, chamber, I keep one in that
Chamber, chamber, I keep one in that
Chamber, chamber, I keep one in that
Bullets so big they looking like flying penises
Step on my block get served, like you Serena sis
Ain't no delivery, you want it come and get it then
Pussy ass niggas too tight, cant even fit it in
Minute hand pushing the button, he about the Benjamins
That second hand swing in a mag, that's a pendulum
The 3rd hand cock and it blast, that should finish him
Hand after hand after hand, where he get them from?
Keep acting like we ain't running it, like we ain't running
Like we ain't gone shoot, like we ain't gonna hit
So run your mouth, and keep running it
But don't forget, best believe I keep one in that
Chamber, chamber, I keep one in that
Chamber, chamber, I keep one in that
Chamber, chamber, I keep one in that
Chamber, chamber, I keep one in that
Another black guy, who can't act right, he's an 80's
Baby so he blames it on the crack right got a baby
Mama light skin, nice backside beat it up so
Much she make him peas with the black eyes only choice he
Had was the streets, he had a bad life
Cain killing Abel cause he never knew what dad liked
Look behind the mad and I might just see a sad life
Too late that nigga dead and his mama screaming black lives
Keep acting like we ain't running it, like we ain't running
Like we ain't gone shoot, like we ain't gonna hit
So run your mouth, and keep running it
But don't forget, best believe I keep one in that
Chamber, chamber, I keep one in that
Chamber, chamber, I keep one in that
Chamber, chamber, I keep one in that
Chamber, chamber, I keep one in that
Where my north side niggas at? (We outside mo)
Where my south side niggas at? (We outside mo)
Where my east side niggas at? (We outside mo)
Where my west side niggas at? (We outside mo)
MuffynMan - Chamber Lyrics
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Its almost as if he's magnetic, the metal he grips
I'm telling them this, before I click, you might wanna be better equipped
I can put 3 in your hip, before you hop in the whip and dip
I'm a country boy from the Ranch I keep a celery stick
When you this hot you'll feel spicy it's hard to stay grounded
I cut corners, who would've thought I'd be well rounded
I hope you can swim these bullets you bout to drown in
The kid ain't the one to play around with
I'm a dog, ain't nobody petting me, I'm a different pedigree (Ya ya)
Pull out the alphabet soup, but all you gone hear is the letter"B"
Buh buh buh buh, anyone looking for Muff, gone probably end up a celebrity
Buh buh buh buh, never mind nigga you barely gone end up a memory
Keep acting like we ain't running it, like we ain't running
Like we ain't gone shoot, like we ain't gonna hit
So run your mouth, and keep running it
But don't forget, best believe I keep one in that
Chamber, chamber, I keep one in that
Chamber, chamber, I keep one in that
Chamber, chamber, I keep one in that
Chamber, chamber, I keep one in that
Bullets so big they looking like flying penises
Step on my block get served, like you Serena sis
Ain't no delivery, you want it come and get it then
Pussy ass niggas too tight, cant even fit it in
Minute hand pushing the button, he about the Benjamins
That second hand swing in a mag, that's a pendulum
The 3rd hand cock and it blast, that should finish him
Hand after hand after hand, where he get them from?
Keep acting like we ain't running it, like we ain't running
Like we ain't gone shoot, like we ain't gonna hit
So run your mouth, and keep running it
But don't forget, best believe I keep one in that
Chamber, chamber, I keep one in that
Chamber, chamber, I keep one in that
Chamber, chamber, I keep one in that
Chamber, chamber, I keep one in that
Another black guy, who can't act right, he's an 80's
Baby so he blames it on the crack right got a baby
Mama light skin, nice backside beat it up so
Much she make him peas with the black eyes only choice he
Had was the streets, he had a bad life
Cain killing Abel cause he never knew what dad liked
Look behind the mad and I might just see a sad life
Too late that nigga dead and his mama screaming black lives
Keep acting like we ain't running it, like we ain't running
Like we ain't gone shoot, like we ain't gonna hit
So run your mouth, and keep running it
But don't forget, best believe I keep one in that
Chamber, chamber, I keep one in that
Chamber, chamber, I keep one in that
Chamber, chamber, I keep one in that
Chamber, chamber, I keep one in that
Where my north side niggas at? (We outside mo)
Where my south side niggas at? (We outside mo)
Where my east side niggas at? (We outside mo)
Where my west side niggas at? (We outside mo)
I'm telling them this, before I click, you might wanna be better equipped
I can put 3 in your hip, before you hop in the whip and dip
I'm a country boy from the Ranch I keep a celery stick
When you this hot you'll feel spicy it's hard to stay grounded
I cut corners, who would've thought I'd be well rounded
I hope you can swim these bullets you bout to drown in
The kid ain't the one to play around with
I'm a dog, ain't nobody petting me, I'm a different pedigree (Ya ya)
Pull out the alphabet soup, but all you gone hear is the letter"B"
Buh buh buh buh, anyone looking for Muff, gone probably end up a celebrity
Buh buh buh buh, never mind nigga you barely gone end up a memory
Keep acting like we ain't running it, like we ain't running
Like we ain't gone shoot, like we ain't gonna hit
So run your mouth, and keep running it
But don't forget, best believe I keep one in that
Chamber, chamber, I keep one in that
Chamber, chamber, I keep one in that
Chamber, chamber, I keep one in that
Chamber, chamber, I keep one in that
Bullets so big they looking like flying penises
Step on my block get served, like you Serena sis
Ain't no delivery, you want it come and get it then
Pussy ass niggas too tight, cant even fit it in
Minute hand pushing the button, he about the Benjamins
That second hand swing in a mag, that's a pendulum
The 3rd hand cock and it blast, that should finish him
Hand after hand after hand, where he get them from?
Keep acting like we ain't running it, like we ain't running
Like we ain't gone shoot, like we ain't gonna hit
So run your mouth, and keep running it
But don't forget, best believe I keep one in that
Chamber, chamber, I keep one in that
Chamber, chamber, I keep one in that
Chamber, chamber, I keep one in that
Chamber, chamber, I keep one in that
Another black guy, who can't act right, he's an 80's
Baby so he blames it on the crack right got a baby
Mama light skin, nice backside beat it up so
Much she make him peas with the black eyes only choice he
Had was the streets, he had a bad life
Cain killing Abel cause he never knew what dad liked
Look behind the mad and I might just see a sad life
Too late that nigga dead and his mama screaming black lives
Keep acting like we ain't running it, like we ain't running
Like we ain't gone shoot, like we ain't gonna hit
So run your mouth, and keep running it
But don't forget, best believe I keep one in that
Chamber, chamber, I keep one in that
Chamber, chamber, I keep one in that
Chamber, chamber, I keep one in that
Chamber, chamber, I keep one in that
Where my north side niggas at? (We outside mo)
Where my south side niggas at? (We outside mo)
Where my east side niggas at? (We outside mo)
Where my west side niggas at? (We outside mo)
Writer: DARRYL WILLIAMS
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid