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Anger! hostility towards the opposition! 187 l.a. trademark, Don't come to the killing fields if you ain't got no fucking Heart, 'cause willie, ira
187 But my counter-proposition is a One eighty seven i'll put a bounty on the Head of a racist reverend And drag his body through the Streets
Yo, this one goes out to anybody that's gotten wronged, been harassed or had to fear for their fucking life, by the bent, corrupt, twisted fucks we
stopper, better call em helicopters on em Definition of slidin 187 Represent your side only thugs go to heaven Never Hollywood even though I got it good I
the street, so we had to ride, I wanted to fight, his pride felt I had to die, He screamed 187, I say I never hide, You know where Im at boy I aint hard
Leci 187 a nie Jeden Osiem L U nas wszystko zgadza sie u was 08g Frosti a nie Jadakiss Ona da za dziada kiss Ale nie w penis I choć nie wygląda jak
jusqu'à l'infini J'traverse les ères comme Jordan VI et Tacchini J'met des crampes tah CR7 à Platini Ça sonne comme un putain de drive-By sur Compton
Serve a couple tables and I'm off on my Bianchi I'm outie kemosabe weaving all these zombies by me Money, money, money all they ever fucking say I
j'divise 6.6.6 par 3.56 Ça donne 187 et quelques morts sur ma calculatrice J'suis de retour, j'ai graille tous les vautours Le game a la calviss', au
Satan is not by himself. And then at times we only say "Satan I bind you" but we must now say "Satan I bind you, I bind your angelic race, and I bind your
to H-Town, connectin SouthSide Now we worldwide, watch me highside Fat Pat blowin killa, can't be denied 187 thugs, oh yeah we got love Blowin sticky green we
know I clown Pistol whippin and strippin em Down to they riches, rapin they bitches Nigga it's a, jack move, 187, count yo blessin Hollow tips
Yo my name is Age ese, I'm down wit the Godside But saves que, I used to be in gangs, runnin the streets Pullin drive bys, thuggin, gettin high,
I'm paranoid, and my momma think I'm special But fuck them, I can't trust nobody but Dan Wessern Its a, cold game, they only know me by my code name
motherfuck Paisley Bandana Locs Gangbangin' in Chucks Taylors Biatch 187 Bis ins Grab oder in den Knast Niya Verstehste was ich sag Hier fragt Man nicht wer
BOY! [Chorus] [Mr. Shadow] - Verse 3 As I kick down the gate you realize you're in danger Stranger for puttin' 1-8-7 on my pager Face the motherfuckin'
stop Cause its 187 on a muthafuckin cop And ya stripes will get took quick, bust ya damn dick By a reckless young black pit Indo or tai, nigga lets get
a game in my vein Verse 1: Mac Murda murda I wrote it in braile Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale The homicide rapper, there'll never be another
the opposition Anger, anger, anger, anger! Bust a cap in 'em! Boom boom boom boom damn! 187 L.A. trademark Don't come to the killing fields If you ain't got no
heard of me Creeping through the dark in the oldsmobile Drive-by shoot to kill So watch your step Big stalks won't stop I keep the pussy wet Break bread
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