Juvenile 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..