| Song | Chamber Danger |
| Artist | GP Wu |
| Album | Don't Go Against the Grain |
| 作曲 : Barry, Booker | |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Barry, Booker | |
| 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 181 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 money 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 |