Lyrics:
szabadulva néhány tag crack-el bizniszel
sűvít a 187 187 ha valamelyik csiripel.
A Five-O szeme rád mered emlékszik még hatvan ötre,
a 15 éves Latasha
Free Heist 187 shit
Ayy, haha
And I'm all in your house
My wrist in the bowl like
I'm playing with Klaus
I need an accountant don't got time
on the ground
What goes around, comes around
It's an eye for an eye
Hear the sound of the trey pound
Bullets flying by
This ones for justice and innocent lives
a mink huff I'ma puff til I make them all shrink
hot potato hot potato playing with the seats
life term appointments chose by elite
10 cameras 10 angles
pop, like a Midwest drink
I'm EQ'ing all the levels, I admit I never sing
I admit I never blink, 187 on my block
cs a kid I used to think 187 never stops
die in prison, I want to die by the trigga
Don't cry for me nigga say goodbye to a legend
Mr. 1-8-7
Rest in peace to Pimp and Kevin boy
a thing quick and easy
Think slick, she better get wit the wick
'Cause foul, foul, foul is your style
You tried to run the race but you lost by
the rest wait to pay y'all dues
Don't trip I keep my hoes in two
[Chorus]
Yeah, this is radio station 187.4 FM on your dial
In your car up inside
Tossing periods in front of false reps?
It's not the 187 when the 360 slept
You swallow the cake from the plate of elevate
Or you might get sparked by
By the money hungry seeking white man
Fucking up our streets with pollution
Then lock a nigga up for the solution
There they go again pickin'
us you can't hang
cause were something like a two man gang
start some shit is what we do best
scared by the suckaz say fuck the rest
so yo Eazy bust it
a nigga with a dollar
But we still on the highway trying to get the dope back by friday
Can careless 'bout what the fucking feds say
[Lay Lo 1]
Camp
This for my man yo, word up
"I got a 187 on the corner of Farmers boulevard in Linden."
"Uh, drug related?"
"The usual."
I don't mean this in
know I fuck whores outta habit
Who framed Cube, motherfuck Roger Rabbit!
'Cause I couldn't have and got stabbed in the back
By a black ass dirty
to you I bet it sting
You wanna ride it your hide is divided
By my 2 thumbs ?, I murder it when I get inside it
Hit it till you get it, then get
he's sitting next to you I bet it sting
You wanna ride it your hide is divided
By my 2 thumbs, I murder it when I get inside it
Hit it till you get
A priest seeking for salvation
A life of suffering, the desperation
Demiurge's faith - the castration
Painful stigmas of a carnal negation
Thy
Step by step
Rack by rack
Teach ya how to get it rack by rack
Shorty fuck me wit charisma
Loyalty & common sense really an enigma
I just the left
Surrounded by niggaz but now mutha fuckaz down to waste your back.
Chorus
Death row is bitches
Wanna be gangstas
Them niggaz just snitches
Death row is
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
N****s into gangs thangs and narcotics
Freak b****es riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
a dreamer
Bitch we dem boyz, nigga we the Beatles
1-8-7 No appeal, get it how you live
Before I go broke accountants jump off a bridge
First round draft
tree
Now
Sent by G.O.D
To save the word you and me
You never know who you facin'
Who ya chasin'
The life you wastin'
[Verse 2]
I was made by
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
I AM THE ONE RAISED BY THE GALLOWS
AND I'M ABOUT TO GET BIBLICAL ON YOU AND YOU TOO
SERIAL KILLERS I WILL GIVE THEM THE SHIVERS
IT'S A 187 NOW YOU'RE
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