187 (feat. Project Pat, BG & Eightball & MJG)

歌詞

[Project Pat] Yea Project Pat up in this dang thang Crook by da book, the fed story Yall know how we do We do it like it sposed to be done The dirty dirty strapped with the gun Yall know how we ride, homicide Yall know how we do 187 on a punk Yall know how we get down Let the bullets start talkin Thats how we do the walkin Yall know how we get down north(north, north) [Project Pat] Patty cake, patty cake, stack the money off the plates In a field, you remain You gon make me keep the blades Sucky boys, bring the noise Smoke you like a kush bubble Im the president of Drama Guess you get some kush trauma Haters hurl up, lighten up, cuz they broke niggas Hittin up a punk, cut his throat Call them folk niggas Hurt your mouth, hot in these streets Hood banga, ride by your house Wit the cake, let it bang ya Project pat, still in business On some handguns Niggas get to screamin out ya guy when the lead gun If ya think ya quick, Drama go in ya bullet Im head buttin suckas in the head wit these bullets [Hook x2] Now if ya wanna ya can get it no problem Glock go blocka, blocka, blocka, blow Now if ya wanna ya can get it I aint trippin Its 187 on a mothafuckin fool [8Ball] Big hat, low walkas, low custom fours oh Put my pants down back, pockets almost all the flow I don't wanna touch it but the bad boy out in public If a nigga disresepect it then the trigga is the subject Take it how ya wanna take it, test it then, shit was fake Lookin at your mama from the casket cryin after weight I make dough Pimp niggas like we bake the cake Sit up in restaurants and get my fill on big ol steaks I hope im never that poor nigga seein blood, runnin Cant bleed cuz the shots took away half your tummy On your knees beggin Lord please not now Knock on wood, count your blessings while you still around [Hook x2] [MJG] Look, look into the rearview Nigga followin me he got a slash on the gas No, fuck that slam on the brakes Jump out wit the pump and blast on his ass M Tight MJG, you dont really wanna come with the fo-fo When the low low bringin everybody get out the way And aint playin, but ya dont move Goin get a hold every little mothafucka Still roll by, still gon slide with blood all ova Anything that ya step by i work for Pat mothafucka Me and him I, put in some work I did my dirt, I did some bad, I did some good You can bring in any kinda wig ya wanna in bring boy I don't think ya really wanna bring it to the hood Go brang yo bitch, do yo thang, then it dont matta bout who you claim It don't really matta what another mothafucka do When its all over with you the man Dont make me get buck with the AK Cuz it may spray and it may shoot and it may hit Anybody that ya live or you stay wit Thats how worse than the average day hit, shit