Time For A 187

歌詞

-Uhhh, niggas than fucked up -Nigga, its time to roll -Pass me them nigga chasers -Time to do a 187 -Its time for a murder -If you a G nigga, load your shit up Some nigga got some bad ice cream Came short on the gizzo Money hit the window, gacks out your window I'm goin crazy Niggas can't fase me If you come up short, niggas bout to read daisies This your final call, I mean your final breath And when I hit you with that tech i'm bout to put you to rest I'm crazy, psycho and outie Niggas can't fuck with me the set is fuckin cloudy Lay your ass face down on your stomach You know you dead for fuckin with my money P don't take no shit Everyday all day I'm breakin bread 24/7 Tryin to get paid And lose these hoes in the dope game Cause I be crazy, psycho call me the murder man Hustler, baller put you in the fill call 911 in your pager And haul you And when you call back you dead bitch You bust up my Chevy now Mr. who you playin with Its time to face death Last fall, last dash, your last jump I'm a let you live, psyche Chorus: Its time for a 187 I think I see the enemy A 187 I think I see the enemy This will be your last drink Lets make it a Bloody Merry Just did a whoride Meaning a homicide Did a drive-by fuckin them from the southside To Richmond, California niggas don't give a fuck But if you come shizzort, you in that black truck Get you nose swollen, I mean your neck broken When we break you off that .44 Face down cause its danger Niggas from the south keep one up in the chamber I mean we Gs Who you be, what set you with Nigga do you know me If you don't than you dead Ain't no love for cockroaches, cause roaches get sprayed And ain't no bitch in my hood cause I'm TRU See my tattoo, TRU cross my stomach Eyes in the up all night countin drug money But ready to roll with my homies And after the party, once again its on G Chorus: I'm gone off that douja I think I see a roader That ain't gone stop me from takin your head off your shoulder I'm from the projects, we live a eye for eye When you fuck with mine's you gotta die And your name get scratched off the wall bitch There you go, just took a fall trick If them No Limit tanks don't hit Than them gacks start spittin You better run like the running man But if you ain't Schwarzenetger, bitch this your last game That beam at your forehead I don't give a fuck, you can't run from the infrared I when I catch you, you murder Lying on you back, stuck like a turtle Got your head weaving and waddling Crying, you scared to die you slobbin You beggin for you life I'm a give you somethin to make you feel alright Chorus: