187 Lyrics

187 lyrics

[B.G.] 

 I'm a young nigga, go by tha name B.G. 

 Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty 

 And I will use, in a minute you six feet 

 I refuse to lose, I issue blues 

 It'll be no clues 

 When I strike, you lose 

 I tip-toe light in Reebok shoes 

 Your issue's.. where I hang 

 You cannot stand without your pistol in your hand 

 You ain't no man 

 You get ran.. off tha set... like a bitch 

 And if you stay.. it's trigga play 

 Motherfucker, you get split 

 And once it's on, it's on, you all in 

 I'm comin' full force after tha hissin' 

 Stay off tha block.. 'cause everyday I spin tha ben 

 Without a grin 

 Hot Boy$ I represent.. to tha end 

 Just me and my girlfriend 

 We out to win 

 Still got ki's for ten 

 I get from B 

 Bring 'em straight in tha U.P.T. 

 After tha pack it's chance for me off six deep 

 I front a nigga 

 Tried to play me, ain't playin' me 

 Thought it was all gravy 

 He got his issue 

 

 (Chorus4x [B.G.]) 

 It's gon' be 187 after 187 

 It's gon' be blukah after blukah out my MAC-11 

 

 [Juvenile] 

 They got a lot of.. niggas tryin' ta.. get me killed 

 But I done flipped.. tha fuckin' script.. and played it real 

 Now I'm dippin'.. an Expidition.. around tha corner 

 And can do.. just about.. whatever I want 

 I'm money-rollin'.. and it's legal 

 And ain't no quittin' in tha Regal 

 Behind tha tints.. my chopper's spittin' 

 Me and Dougie.. fuck in (?), and showin' us in 

 It's like a movie.. they wanna do me.. it's on again 

 I know it's showin'.. how niggas scorin'.. I can hear ya talkin' 

 Niggas knowin'.. now they hoin'.. to me for offers 

 I can't holla.. don't have no powder.. until tomorrow 

 But I got a.. couple of dollars.. that you can borrow 

 Nigga, go 

 You're 'round my door.. you're drawin' heat 

 You can go.. but on this porch you destroyin' me 

 No exception.. at disrespectin'.. can't let it happen 

 Now you step in.. my fuckin' section.. talkin' 'bout jackin' 

 

 (Chorus4x) 

 

 [B.G.] 

 Duck.. nigga, duck 

 Cuz when I come I gon' bust.. fifty-plus 

 Don't give a fuck who in tha way 

 It's on you.. when I spray 

 Whoever hit, look here, it's on you 

 Tha B.G. and Juvenile.. tear it down 

 We get them pistols in our hand.. and act a clown 

 Niggas fucked up don't know.. what to expect 

 Cash Money liable to do anything next 

 Fly around your set in a private jet 

 Have your bitch next to me in a Corvette 

 Or ridin' on tha back of my motorbike 

 Around tha second line stun'n with tha loud pipes (vroom vroom) 

 

 [Juvenile] 

 We showcasin', bodies erasin'.. we want it all 

 Joe Killer.. told me be patient.. we gonna ball 

 Seven figures.. me and my niggas.. we comin' up 

 Gettin' rid of.. tha garbage litter.. with fifty-plus 

 Now we drainin'.. cuz that 'caine in-side of our nose 

 Niggas playin' it.. tha way we sayin' it.. to let you know 

 

 (Chorus6x) 

 

 [B.G.] 

 Juvenile and tha B.G. 

 Juvenile and tha B.G. 

 Juvenile and tha B.G. 

 Represent tha U.P.T. 

 Tha H.B., uh-huh 

 Juvenile and tha B.G. 

 Represent Cash Money 

 Juvenile and tha B.G. 

 Playa haters can't fade me 

 You can talk that shit if you wanna 

 I'll spin your corner 

 You'se a gonner